Baron Lawrence noticed the little guy curled up asleep on the sofa right away.
He interrupted Adam Sinclairâs half-finished topic, got up and said, âThatâs it for tonight, Iâm leaving first.â
âHuh? Iâm only halfway through, where are you going?â
âBack.â
âSo early? The party has just started.â
Baron Lawrence glanced at the sweetly sleeping child, didnât bother with any nonsense, picked up his coat, and said as he walked, âWeâll make plans another day.â
Adam Sinclair wanted to retain him, but was pulled back by Rupert Harris.
With long strides, Baron Lawrence walked to the sofa, bent down and picked up the sleeping Bobby, nodded his head to Olivia Lewis as a greeting, and left with the child.
As soon as he left, Olivia Lewis immediately picked up her bag, displaying her alpha female temperament, and said to the frustrated man nearby, âPresident Sinclair, Young Master Harris. Iâm leaving too, I have an advertisement shoot tomorrow.â
Her main intention was to make a token appearance, and she turned and left right after speaking, behaving casually and unrestrained, without giving any face.
Adam Sinclair watched her figure disappear from the room, frowned, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp. The normally noble eyes were tinged with irritation and helplessness. Clenching Rupert Harrisâs shoulder, he asked with a headache, âWhat else do I have to do to make her understand my sincerity?â
âWhen have you ever been sincere with women?â Rupert Harris was dismissive.
He also wanted to know when he started being sincere with women!
And itâs with a woman with a heart so ruthless that she could abort his child!
Adam Sinclairâs mouth was filled with bitterness. He picked up the wine from the side, poured a glass for himself and one for Rupert Harris, and frowned, âDrink! Baron left, and youâre not allowed to leave tonight either. Have a few drinks with me.â
Seeing his bad mood, Rupert Harris picked up the wine glass without saying more and accompanied him in drinkingâ¦
*
In the Bauhinia Garden Mansion.
Scott Harris opened the door.
Watching the tall man carrying Bobby into the bedroom, gently putting him on the bed, covering him with the quilt, and then closing the door to return to the living room.
He smelled the alcohol on the man and asked, âLord, would you like me to prepare a cup of honey water for you?â
Baron Lawrence pinched the bridge of his nose, tiredly unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and ordered, âMake me a cup of coffee.â
Drinking coffee so late at night, could it be that the Lord isnât planning to sleep again tonight?
Scott Harris worriedly said, âLord, why donât I prepare a cup of milk for you instead? Drinking a cup of milk at night is good for sleep.â
âSleeping pills donât work, and milk wonât be of any help either.â The only thing that works for him is Enna!
Damn it!
Why was he thinking about that woman again?
With his mind in turmoil, Baron Lawrence frowned, âDonât talk so much nonsense, just prepare a cup of coffee and bring it to my study. Iâm going in first.â
âYes.â
He walked halfway, suddenly stopped, and said, âBy the way, bring the medicine in too.â
Although he didnât want to take those meds, he needed rest. Even if he could only sleep for two or three hours, he had a very important business to discuss the next day.
He had focused on the issue in Country T, and the main reason for his swift return to Linton City was that business.
Previously, the other party had kept finding excuses to postpone the meeting, claiming that they couldnât make a decision and had to wait for their representative to return to the country.
The representative of their company also arrived today on the same plane.
He didnât like wasting too much time on one thing. No matter what, he wanted to set a meeting time with the other partyâs representative tomorrow!