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Enna Clark was speechless. Was this a five-year-old son or a 50-year-old dad? Not wasting any time, she quickly sent him a message and threw her phone into her bag.
Outside the door, the driver was waiting for her.
Seeing her come out, he immediately helped open the car door, âYoung
Madam, please.â
âUm, Uncle Harper, the rib soup is still simmering on the stove, and I really donât have time to wait for it. Iâve already added salt, could you help me turn off the fire?â âAlright.â
âThank you.â
Enna got into the car, followed by the driver. The car slowly drove to Ennaâs rented neighborhood entrance and stopped at the alley. Enna got out of the car, waved goodbye to the driver, and walked towards homeâ¦
As soon as she entered the door, the living room light was turned on.
In the brightly lit room, the little guy with a serious face was standing with arms crossed, scrutinizing her with a gaze as if examining an unfaithful wife. âWere you really working overtime today?â
Enna switched to her slippers as walked over to coax him, âAlright, donât be angry anymore. Iâll come back earlier to be with you next time.â
âI donât want you to accompany me.â The little guy wriggled out of her embrace, his little face flushed with anger, and he said insincerely, âIâm not even angry.â
âReally not angry?â Ennaâs heart melted, and she pulled on his puffed-cheek, her eyes curved with a smile, âAlright, I swear Iâll come back earlier to be with you next time!â
Tobias was still unhappy, but he didnât get mad at her anymore. Frowning, he said, âDirty, go wash your hands, and get ready for dinner.â
Having said that, he went to the kitchen wearing oversized menâs slippers and brought out the already prepared food.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Tobias was only 5 years old and not even a meter tall, so Enna didnât allow him to use the gas stove. He could only make simple cold dishes.
By the time she had finished washing her hands, the food was already on the table.
It looked very appetizing.
Tobias lifted his little chin, handed Enna the chopsticks, and commanded,
âEat!â
Enna took the chopsticks and sat down, starting to eat quietly.
Perhaps because itâs hereditary, Enna had never taught her son to eat in silence, but he never spoke during meals. From the time he couldnât hold chopsticks steadily, he already had good table manners. She had always been amazed at this, no wonder people said that having money doesnât make one an aristocrat, only an upstart.
Looking up at the straight-postured Tobias, she couldnât help but sigh, an aristocratâs bloodline is carved into the bone marrow, and it cannot be measured by money.
But no matter how noble, he was still her son-
Ennaâs mood was good, and her appetite was great, she finished a bowl of rice very quickly.
After eating, she voluntarily cleaned up the tableware and watched the cartoon with her little Bobbyâ¦
An hour-long interview had just ended.
Scott Harris respectfully handed an iPad to the man with an icy face, who snatched it over, âDid she leave?â
âYes, Ms. Clark has gone back.â
Baron Lawrenceâs thick eyebrows furrowed, his temple twitched, and he became even more upset. Unfortunately, at this time, someone approached him.
âYoung Master Lawrence.â
With her exquisite makeup and intelligent dressing, who else could it be but the host from earlier?
She handed the interview script to the assistant and walked over quickly, looking up at the tall, handsome man, and invited, âThank you so much for today. Iâve finally completed the task assigned by the station director.. To express my gratitude, may I invite you to dinner?â