Baron Lawrence directly pushed aside the bag she handed to him, overbearing and dominant, âI want you to feed me!â
âYou have hands, you can hold it and eat it yourself.â Enna Clark firmly refused to feed him again, realizing that if she continued to feed him, what would be eaten would be more than just cookies.
Baron Lawrenceâs brows furrowed, clearly unhappy. Enna pretended not to notice, seeing that he wouldnât take it himself, she thought of a compromise, taking a cookie and holding it to his mouth, âIâll feed, eat.â
Baron Lawrenceâs eyes narrowed, his handsome face tense, as if he didnât plan to eat.
Enna had already made up her mind that if he didnât eat, so be it. Just as her hand was getting numb from holding it and was about to withdraw, the man with the tight face and glowering at her opened his thin lips, bit the cookie and started eating.
He looked so much like he was eating charity food, the dissatisfaction on his face about to overflow. As he ate, he didnât forget to threaten her through gritted teeth, âOnly this once, not again, or elseâ¦â
Throw her to dig coal? Enna fed him another cookie, stopping his âor elseâ. Only then did she call out to him, âBaron Lawrence.â
âHm?â The arrogant manâs lips and teeth were full of the sweetness he disliked the most, the sweetness spreading down his throat, non-stop. His brows furrowed tightly, if it werenât for the fact that these cookies were fed by Enna Clark, he would have spat them out immediately and rinsed the nauseating sweetness from his mouth!
His entire focus was on enduring the sweetness in his mouth, his response was absent-minded.
Shit!
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Did the chef who made this cookie have no sense of taste? Couldnât they taste how sweet it was? They dared to sell such ugly cookies, if they didnât eat themselves to death, theyâd be killed by the sweetness.
âYouâ¦were you busy with engagement matters during the day?â
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the clear-eyed little woman.
âYou didnât get engaged last night, was the Old Master angry? What did he say? Will youâ¦â lose a lot of things because of it?
Before Ennaâs words were finished, they were interrupted, âNo!â
Baron Lawrence pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of heroism, âIâm already married!â
âCountry W doesnât recognize our marriage certificate, so youâre not considered married.â She wasnât stupid, since Baron Lawrenceâs Grandpa told her that, it meant that their initial secret marriage was just a scrap of paper without any legal effect. Him using âalready marriedâ to placate her would only make her realize that he was really under tremendous pressure now.
âWho told you? The Duke of Habsden?â A flash of gloominess in Baron Lawrenceâs eyes, firmly grasping her waist, enunciating each word, âWhat does it have to do with me if Country W doesnât recognize it? As long as I recognize it! Even if everyone else doesnât recognize it, I do! Even if everyone else disagrees, I want it! Marriage is a matter between the two of us, if you want that piece of paper, Iâll give it to you after this period of time. Even if you donât want that piece of paper, it doesnât matter, my paper will only have your name written on it, if you wonât write, no other woman will ever write!â
Extremely domineering, incredibly stubborn!
Enna Clark suddenly felt less pressure, and when she had faced his grandfather before, she had said the same thing. Marriage was just a matter of two pieces of paper, as long as the two people recognized it, it was enough.
She was firm when she said it at that time, now hearing him say the same thing, what could make her not determined?