Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1267: Old Master Lawrence, Who Says One Thing and Means Another Chapter 1267: Chapter 1267: Old Master Lawrence, Who Says One Thing and Means Another The Old Master surprisingly did not ask her to take the initiative to leave Baron Lawrence, could it mean…

“Don’t overthink it, our agreement was that after you deal with Scarlett’s matter, I would seriously consider your relationship with Baron. I’m still in the process of serious consideration, not that I have approved of you yet.” Old Master Lawrence seemed to see what she was thinking, turned away his domineering gaze, casually picked up the hot milk, took a sip, and after drinking, suddenly realized he was having the milk that Enna Clark had asked someone to prepare for him. The warmth of the hot milk flowed into his slightly cold stomach, bringing much comfort. His tough demeanor softened significantly as he put down the cup and said, “I will continue to have experts study whether it is possible to treat with medication. On the other hand, I will arrange opportunities for you to interact with Baron.”

“I…” Enna Clark’s mind was a mess, and she didn’t know how she could possibly help Baron Lawrence break out of his hypnotic condition.

Old Master Lawrence, seeing the look on her face, knew that she temporarily couldn’t adapt to this situation; he had been shocked himself when he first learned about it. He glanced at the milk cup on the table and then said abruptly, “You probably haven’t had lunch, join me for a meal.”

Saying this, he stood up and walked toward the dining room.

Even if Enna’s mind was in turmoil, she had no choice but to stand up and follow his pace.

The dining room, like the castle, was styled in a European court aesthetic.

The rectangular dining table could seat over a dozen people for a meal, yet Enna and he were seated at opposite ends, with a beautifully laid tablecloth in between, decorated with vases, candles, and more, looking exquisite and luxurious.

The Housekeeper poured her a glass of lemon water.

It wasn’t long before the chef served the dishes.

The steak, appetizing in appearance, was placed on a beautiful plate. Even though Enna didn’t have much of an appetite, she felt like picking up the knife and fork.

Beyond the steak, the chef had prepared pure Western side dishes like Borscht and Vegetable Salad.

Enna picked up the knife and fork, managing to eat a few bites. Just as she was hesitating whether to put them down and say she was full, the chef came in again. This time, he walked straight towards her and placed a glass bowl on a tray in front of her, “Ms. Clark, please enjoy.”

Enna looked at the Vegetable Porridge set before her in amazement, completely out of sync with the refined Western food around her. She reflexively raised her head, looking toward the person across from her.

The Old Master’s dining posture was impeccably elegant, the kind of grace and aristocracy that years had honed, which even the weathering of age on his face could not obscure.

He seemed to sense Enna’s gaze, lifting his eyelids to look at her once. For the first time during a meal, he spoke, “The Housekeeper said you like porridge.”

After saying this sentence, whether it was meant as an explanation or just a casual remark, he continued eating.

Enna paused for a moment, turned towards the Housekeeper standing behind Old Master Lawrence, who smiled and subtly shook his head before giving her a meaningful glance and then looked toward the imposing Old Master who continued eating.

Enna suddenly understood the meaning behind it—it was the Old Master who had ordered the porridge, not the Housekeeper.

Feeling comforted, she took a deep breath. Though previously without much appetite, seeing the verdant and glistening hot porridge stirred a new desire to eat.

She picked up the spoon beside her and began to slowly eat.

By the time she finished dining with Old Master Lawrence, the bowl of porridge in front of Enna was also finished.