Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 1692 - 1682: How Could He Come Up With That

Baron Lawrence had finished eating, his dark eyes glanced at the fish soup she had placed in front of him. Without saying anything, he reached out and took it, drinking it in one gulp.

Then he wrinkled his brow, put down the bowl, and complained, "Too much salt."

Enna Clark saw him drinking happily and thought he found the flavor good too, but then he complained it was too salty. Enna was left feeling a bit disheartened.

However, she wasn’t a cook and didn’t feel defeated or anything, the feeling of being disheartened disappeared quickly. She took the bowl back and calmly said, "I used the normal amount of salt, maybe you prefer less salty food. Next time I’ll ask them to add less salt."

It’s not her, it’s them.

Baron was about to frown when the servant intervened, fearfully grabbing the tableware from Enna Clark’s hands, saying, "Ms. Clark, let me handle this. You sit and rest for a while."

"Alright, then I’ll go clean up the kitchen."

"No no no, I’ll clean up the kitchen as well. Ms. Clark, you don’t need to worry about it, you just finished dinner, please rest first. Leave it to me, I’ll make sure it’s tidy."

Having Ms. Clark cook was bad enough, if she had to clean the tableware and kitchen too, she might as well pack up and leave tomorrow. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Sure enough, once she grabbed the tableware, Lord’s slightly furrowed brow relaxed.

The servant exhaled a sigh of relief, not daring to delay, and quickly got to work.

Enna was pushed out of the kitchen and felt a bit at a loss for what to do.

Baron Lawrence pulled her hand, dragged her to his side, and calmly said, "This is her job, if you take her job, she won’t have anything to do."

In his eyes, everyone has their role, and if they can’t even do their basic job without needing a reminder, they should be shown the door.

Luckily, this maid had a good sense of timing, not needing a reminder, knowing to act before Enna.

"Alright." Enna didn’t insist on competing with the servant. It was mainly because when she and Bobby lived together before, she did the cooking and cleaning. Today, she rarely cooked, and after eating, she instinctively went to clean the dishes.

After Baron Lawrence had his fill, his noble brow relaxed, his prominent nose and determined jawline formed a perfect ratio, handsome and dignified.

He, in good spirits, curved the corners of his mouth and bit Enna’s hand lightly, then said, "Go change your clothes."

"A dress."

Change clothes? And wear a dress?

Enna puzzledly asked, "Uh, it’s so late, why change into a dress?"

"Accompany me to a dinner party."

To be precise, it’s a social gathering.

He didn’t like gatherings, but some he couldn’t refuse—they at least require a presence.

Baron Lawrence disliked environments like that the most. Just thinking about meeting a group of people with fake smiles made him impatiently furrow his brow. He told Enna, "You don’t need to dress too formally, just find any comfortable dress."

It’s not a formal banquet, just a welcome reception anyway.

He knew how stunning Enna looked when she was dressed to the nines, and that kind of beauty was enough for him to admire alone! Others... ha... don’t deserve it!

"Remember, just find any comfortable dress you like. There’s no need to look for any complicated dress for fashion’s sake. Especially those ragged dresses that blow everywhere, you’re not allowed to wear!"

Ragged dresses...

He actually thought of it!

If those fashion designers heard his words, they might be so frustrated they’d spit blood.

It’s art, but in his mouth, it becomes shabby.

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