Chapter 52: Chapter 52 - 52: Inviting Him to Eat at a Street Stall

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Enna Clark didn’t see the entire fuss.

She was being dragged by Baron Lawrence, briskly walking forward.

The cold-looking man was tall, with long legs. He took one step, she had to take two to keep up. Unfortunately, he also walked really fast. Enna tired out as she followed him.

“Baron Lawrence, slow down a bit!” She gasps, stumbling after him.

However, the man who was swiftly walking seemed not to hear her. His face pallid, he didn’t even glance at her.

“Slow down…”

Sweat broke out on Enna’s back, she could not bear it anymore and struggled to break free from his grip.

“I can’t keep up anymore.”

This time, the fast-moving man abruptly stopped. His face stern, and looked horribly terrible. The domineering gaze in his eyes coldly said, “Can’t keep up? I thought you fancied yourself a Superman with his underwear outside, capable of anything!”

She couldn’t speak the country’s language yet dared to let Scott Harris go buy a drink for her!

Being alone in a foreign country, she still dared to argue with others!

He thought she considered herself Superwoman, fearless and able to do anything!

“Aren’t you that capable?”

His sarcastic tone… was grating to Enna’s ears.

It seemed like she hadn’t done anything to provoke him. What was he so angry about?

Unable to figure out the reason behind his anger, Enna decided to ignore him. She placed her hands on her knees to rest and catch her breath.

Baron Lawrence glared at her! Glared at her!

After glaring at her for a while and realizing Enna had no intention of acknowledging him, the flames in his eyes ignited even more!

He forcibly grabbed Enna’s chin to make her look at him, the intensity of his dark pupils was as if they could swallow everything.

“Speak!”

Enna cringes in pain, but stubbornly stays silent. She looks at the angry man calmly and asks, “What do you want me to say?”

“Say…” The words are on his lips, and only then did Baron Lawrence realize in frustration, he didn’t know what he wanted her to say.

Ask her to promise that she won’t put herself in danger alone in the future?

Not possible… does he care about her that much? n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Enna, who had been waiting for him to finish, sighed in exasperation.

Suddenly her eyes caught a local street food stall and she came up with an idea.

“Baron Lawrence, are you hungry? I will treat you to Pineapple Rice.”

The man who was still brooding over his own grievances furrowed his brows. When he saw the stall she was pointing at, his brows knotted so tightly that not even a fly could pass through. He squinted at it disbelievingly, “….You are treating me to this?”

“What’s the matter, we’re on a vacation after all. We should experience the local delicacies to truly say we have been here. Come on, it must be delicious.” Seeing his expression of shock, Enna became more interested, smiling and pulling him towards the stall.

Maybe because she smiled, Baron Lawrence, despite his gloomy face, still stepped forward…

There were only three tables at the small stall, two of which were already occupied. Only the innermost table was vacant.

“You hold the spot, I’ll go buy. You want Pineapple Rice, right?” Enna turned her head to ask him.

Baron Lawrence scowled, looking disgusted at the makeshift table placed on the sand. He grumbled, “Whatever.”

Whatever it is then-

Enna didn’t argue over his tone and trotted to the stall to make the purchase. Leaving Baron Lawrence alone, standing tall before the makeshift wooden table that was only half a meter high. After staring at it for a while, he took a step and sat down—

If the table is only half a meter tall, the stools are naturally even shorter..