His tone changed, becoming gentle, his hawk-like eyes locked onto her face, his lips brushed against hers. âEnna, I want to have your tomato and egg noodles tonight.â
Enna was still immersed in his previous comment when he suddenly switched topics, causing her to freeze for a moment.
âUh, sure, Iâll make it for you in a bit.â
âNot now, tonight. I have something to take care of and will be leaving shortly.â Baron Lawrence kissed her forehead. âWhile Iâm gone, stay in the hotel room and prepare the tomato and egg noodles for me. Youâre not allowed to go anywhere! Be sure to listen to me, donât go anywhere!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBaron Lawrenceâ¦â
Baron Lawrence looked at her, his eyes firm and glossy. Enna couldnât understand what he meant, but she instinctively nodded. âOkay, Iâll wait for you to come back for dinner.â
Baron Lawrenceâs deep-red lips curled slightly, leaving another, more passionate kiss on her forehead before releasing her.
As he turned to leave, his handsome features returned to their usual cold expression, and he left the room without looking back.
Enna watched his retreating figure with a confused, murky feeling in her heart.
This feeling made her feel reassured but also worried.
That glossy, unwavering look in Baron Lawrenceâs eyes just now was something sheâd never seen before!
â¦
Outside the Hilton Hotel.
Baron Lawrence took out his phone, opened the car door for Lincoln, and asked, âWhere are you?â
He bent down, pulled the driver out of the car, sat down himself, closed the door, and said with a cold look in his eyes, âIâll be there soon.â
20 minutes later.
Lincolnâs car screeched to a halt in front of a European-style mansion.
He opened the car door, exuding an aura that warned strangers to stay away, and strode into the houseâ
The mansion was decorated in traditional European-style redwood, luxurious and grand. Old Master Lawrence, holding a red sandalwood cane, was admiring a rare Sword-Leaf Cymbidium.
When Baron Lawrence entered, the old man didnât lift his head. He grabbed a delicate spray bottle from the side and gently misted the orchid leaves. The crystal-clear droplets scattered on the leaves like pearls, exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
âYouâre here?â
Two simple words, but they exerted a suffocating pressure.
The old man handed the spray bottle to the housekeeper standing next to him and wiped his hands with a handkerchief before finally looking at Baron Lawrence, his eyebrows not moving an inch. âWhatâs the matter?â
âI wonât get engaged to Emily Goldsmith.â
Old Master Lawrence raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
âThe only woman Iâve chosen is Enna Clark! I donât want anyone else besides her!â
He didnât want to see that womanâs pained expression any longer. Some things needed to be made clear with the old man!
He didnât need Enna to change anything for him; she had already done enough! If it werenât for him, she wouldnât be pregnant and facing life-threatening risks due to their familyâs genetic disease. It wasnât his place for his old man to nitpick Enna like an object. Although Enna never spoke about it, he knew that beneath her gentle appearance was a sensitive and proud heart. Being picked apart and judged by the old man was a humiliation to her!
He wanted her to be happy, not to suffer judgment and difficulties!
He needed to make it absolutely clear to the old man who he loved and who he desired!
âThe engagement date has already been set for next month.â Old Master Lawrence seemingly didnât hear what he had just said. He toyed with a sword-leaf cymbidium and issued his orders.
Baron Lawrenceâs eyes flared with anger, his face tense as he clenched his fists and emphasized, âYou didnât hear me clearly, so Iâll say it again: I wonât marry any woman other than Enna Clark!â