Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Almost Let It Slip
Translator: 549690339
Enna Clark was dragged all the way back to Bauhinia Garden.
As soon as he entered the house, Baron Lawrence threw his key card down, sat on the sofa sitting cross-legged like a boss, and waved at her, “Come here.”
Enna resignedly walked over, and after Baron Lawrence kissed the corner of her mouth, he contentedly let her go, picked up the laptop on the coffee table,
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In Pacifica, she had already grown accustomed to his working pattern. She was no longer moved by his kisses.
After Baron Lawrence started working, she changed clothes conscientiously, tied her hair into a ponytail, and entered the kitchen.
There wasn’t much Enna could buy with 29-7 dollars, but the essential things were there.
She first took the fresh shrimp and abalone out of the bag and started processing them. Then, she opened the refrigerator, found some fresh meat, and a bottle of red wine.
Shrimp porridge may look easy to make, but it is challenging to prepare. Furthermore, she had to cook other dishes besides shrimp porridge.
The fresh meat in the refrigerator was already processed and ready to use. However, the supermarket-bought abalone and shrimp were all fresh and untreated. Enna skillfully scooped up the abalone that had been in hot water, used a small knife to pry open the abalone meat inside, removed the inedible parts, and thinly sliced the abalone…
She was a person who gave her all to what she was doing, so she didn’t notice an extra person in the kitchen at all.
“What are you making?”
While washing her hands, she heard the sound and calmly cleaned her hands, chopping other vegetables while saying, “Shrimp porridge, mushroom-flavored abalone fillet, boiled fish, tomato and egg soup, and stir-fried pork with mustard cabbage.”
“Baron Lawrence, don’t you have work to do? Why don’t you leave for now, and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
She didn’t like others watching her cook(food) and felt uneasy.
However, the man occupying space in the kitchen without contributing rejected her suggestion without a second thought, “No.”
Enna felt helpless, “It’s inconvenient for me to cook with you here.”
Baron Lawrence scoffed at her, cruelly saying, ‘What’s so inconvenient? You’re not a Michelin chef; who’s going to steal your cooking skills?” …That’s not what I meant…
She didn’t finish her sentence, and Baron Lawrence interrupted her, dominantly saying, “I bought this place, and I can stand wherever I want. What’s with all the unnecessary chatter? Hurry up and cook; I’m hungry!”
Enna had no choice but to hypnotize herself into believing she was the only one in the kitchen.
However, the burning gaze from behind was challenging to ignore.
Fortunately, her cooking skills were good enough to quickly prepare the first few dishes, leaving only the tomato and egg soup.
“Bobby….”
Feeling relaxed, Enna thought she was at home and subconsciously wanted to turn around and ask Bobby to serve the dish. But when she turned her head, she saw the man’s burning gaze. His smooth and fair face, illuminated by the light revealing his sharp and cold features, thick eyebrows arrogantly raised, and ice-blue eyes hidden under his long curled eyelashes, showed an unruly and domineering king’s aura.
“Bobby what?” Baron Lawrence looked at her curiously.
Enna felt as if her throat was stuck, and she nervously smoothed things over, “Be careful, and help me bring the dishes over.”
Baron Lawrence looked at her as if she was crazy, his tone strange, “You want me to serve the dishes?”
Was this woman sleepy?
When had he ever had to serve his food as a gesture of his own initiative?
Enna calmed down and nodded, “Yes.. I am busy now, could you please help me serve the dishes?”