Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 998: Chapter 998: The Old Drunkard’s Interest is Not in the Tea Chapter 998: Chapter 998: The Old Drunkard’s Interest is Not in the Tea She clattered back to her room and found a blank sheet of paper, on which she quickly scribbled something. Then she placed the note under Baron Lawrence’s hand before heading back to the door, composed and poised, “Okay, we can go now.”

She didn’t know why Old Master Lawrence had summoned her, so she had no idea how long it would take to return. In case Baron awoke and didn’t see her, he would surely search for her everywhere.

His wounds had merely been dressed, and he should not be moving about haphazardly, so she left a note under his hand. It clearly stated where she had gone, and to not worry him, she added that if she hadn’t returned in time, he should call her and she would come back once she received his call…

Of course, if he hadn’t awakened by the time she returned, she would just sneakily take the note and dispose of it.

The doctor was curious about what she had written but didn’t have the courage to snatch anything from Lord Lawrence’s hand, even if he was asleep. Despite his curiosity, he tucked it away and led the way forward.

Enna Clark followed him, passing through corridors, descending stairs, and then returning to the previous sitting room. Once upstairs, the rows of perfectly straight bodyguards in the hallway captured her gaze.

Even before meeting Old Master Lawrence, she felt an overwhelming sense of pressure washing over her.

Enna followed the doctor’s steps to the end of the corridor, stopping at the door of the innermost room.

The doctor paused, knocked on the door respectfully, “Old Lord, Ms. Clark is here.”

“Come in.” A commanding voice replied from within, unmistakably that of Old Master Lawrence.

The doctor pushed open the elegant redwood door, gesturing for Enna Clark to enter.

“Excuse the intrusion.” Enna Clark did not hesitate and stepped inside.

Upon entering, the interior’s decor was strikingly well-appointed.

The bedroom of Old Master Lawrence resembled Baron Lawrence’s in its luxurious suite style, designed in a solemnly opulent fashion favored by the elderly, with a carved sandalwood shelf laden with a variety of rare jades and stones.

He sat on a deep coffee-colored leather sofa, savoring a cup of tea.

Behind him stood the housekeeper.

He did not lift his head, but it was as if he saw Enna Clark enter, and he said firmly, “Sit.”

Enna walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down with ease.

Before long, a cup of tea was placed before her. Old Master Lawrence raised his head, his fierce eyes unfathomable, as sharp as if they could peer through everything after years of refinement, “Try it.”

Enna Clark picked up the teacup and took a sip. She had to admit, the tea prepared by Old Master Lawrence was indeed delicious. After drinking it, there lingered a fragrance on her lips and teeth, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste, “Excellent tea.”

“Of course, it’s the finest Big Red Robe Tea brewed with spring water; the taste certainly wouldn’t disappoint,” Old Master Lawrence poured himself a cup and looked at her, continuing, “Sometimes brewing tea is like life itself, with the tea leaves floating and sinking in the cup, as life surges and falls. Hence, to brew a great cup of tea, besides the tea leaves themselves, the cup and the water are also crucial. For example, this Big Red Robe must be brewed with spring water. As for Bamboo leaf green tea, it’s best brewed with underground water for the optimal flavor. Spring water and underground water are both fine, but when used with different teas, they may not be suitable.”

Enna Clark realized that Old Master Lawrence wasn’t just inviting her for tea but was using the tea as a metaphor for her and Baron Lawrence.