Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: Prepared a French Feast Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: Prepared a French Feast Every dish was indescribably delicious, especially the Filet Mignon made from top-grade frost-kissed Matsusaka beef—the taste was so good it made one want to swallow one’s tongue.

The steak was cooked to a perfect medium rare, not too raw to have a gamey taste, nor too well-done to be tough and chewy. The beef was tender and juicy, topped with a secret sauce crafted by the Michelin Chef, bursting with umami.

Plus, the fact that the chef served it immediately after cooking meant the steak was still sizzling when it arrived at the table, which made it even more appetizing.

Enna Clark hadn’t planned on eating much but faced with one exquisite dish after another, she couldn’t control herself and accidentally ate a bit too much.

By the time she finished her Borscht, she really didn’t have room for dessert. After taking a sip of red wine, she set down the glass and said, “Baron Lawrence, I’m full.”

The man sitting across from her elegantly set down his cutlery in a timely manner, wiped his mouth with full noble etiquette, and stood up, “Let’s go, I’ll take you for a walk to digest.”

Enna Clark felt like she was his pet, being taken out for a stroll after being well-fed.

Just then, Baron Lawrence already strode over to her side, his frown showing disapproval, “What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up.”

Seeing his genuinely busy demeanor, Enna couldn’t help but say, “Baron Lawrence, if you’re busy, never mind then. I don’t need to go for a walk.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than her wrist was dominantly seized, and she was forcefully pulled to her feet, “Stop talking nonsense and let’s go!”

Enna Clark truly felt like she’d become a pet, helplessly following his pace.

As they walked, their fingers rustled against each other, and the next second, she suddenly found her hand being firmly interlocked by the man next to her.

She couldn’t help but glance sideways at the person beside her.

All she saw was the man’s strong and handsome profile, his domineering nature so natural, as if it wasn’t him holding her hand.

She looked away, the warm temperature of his palm seeping straight into her heart, warming the slightly chilled heart that had been tormented by Jacob Clark and Juliet Jordan.

Her lips curled up slightly, her mood lifted substantially.

…

The villas were surrounded by a wealthy area, so the distance between small western-style villas was not short. The area was well-landscaped with abundant greenery and shade trees.

By evening, many of the nearby residents were out walking dogs, or in pairs taking a stroll.

Walking hand in hand, Enna Clark suddenly noticed something metallic shimmering on the treetop ahead.

She couldn’t help but stop and look up, “What is that?”

Baron Lawrence, who had been holding her hand and strolling contentedly, paused as well when she stopped, and he lifted his gaze to look.

Under the setting sun, indeed, something was glittering at the treetop, but it wasn’t clear what it was.

His finely shaped lips, as beautiful in their arc as if they were designed for kissing, touched gently, “Do you want it?”

“No, I’m just curious about what’s hanging up there.”

In Baron Lawrence’s logic, curiosity meant wanting it!

He narrowed his hawk-like eyes; the object in the treetop was hanging rather high—perhaps over two meters up—making it somewhat difficult to retrieve.

He stepped aside from Enna Clark, releasing her hand, “Wait for me over there.”

Then, with a little run-up, he jumped and reached for the object in the treetop.

Enna Clark hadn’t expected him to disregard his image and leap to retrieve something for her; she was momentarily dazed.