Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
/ Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart Chapter 1319
Chapter 1319: Chapter 1319: Is She Making Dog Food? Chapter 1319: Chapter 1319: Is She Making Dog Food? He walked straight over, personally picked up the insulated container, and amidst the stunned looks of the receptionists, turned back with an impatient demeanor to urge Enna Clark, “What are you staring at? Come in with me!”
With the receptionists' incredulous stares upon her, Enna followed the tall man into the President's office, step by step.
It wasn't until the door of the President's office was closed.
That she came back to her senses from the shock, muttering to herself while looking in the direction Enna had left, “Who was that woman?”
Inside the President's office.
It was Enna Clark's first time in his office located at the Country W headquarters.
As expected, it was more luxurious compared to his office in Linton City, and the view was also much better. Sitting on the sofa, one could take in the entire scenery outside. No wonder staying in such a place could make someone exude an air of superiority deep in their bones.
With this position, this view, wasn't it the very definition of being high above the rest?
Baron Lawrence didn't care about her curious glances as she entered the office, he set down the insulated container and sat down. He seemed to be in a good mood and asked, “How did you think of bringing me lunch?”
The women who fawned over him in the past typically brought him gifts like watches or ties. Nobody had ever surprised him with a meal before.
When Baron Lawrence said this, he completely forgot that the reason nobody had ever brought him a meal was mainly because they knew about his mysophobia and that his standards for the quality of life were almost obsessively high. Even if someone had the idea, they feared being outright rejected by him, sparking his ire, which was why no one did.
If the person who brought lunch today hadn't been Enna Clark, but someone else, they might have been thrown into the trash along with the meal by now.
“It's just that I suddenly thought of it since I had a day off,” said Enna Clark, who mainly wanted him to try the Tomato and Egg Noodles to see if he could remember anything. Seeing Baron Lawrence starting to open the insulated container, she couldn't help but remind him, “My culinary skills aren't that great, so I made two dishes. If one doesn't taste good, you can try the other.”
“I trust you.”
He believed that since she was confident enough to bring him food, her cooking skills must not be too bad.
So, he thought Enna Clark's self-deprecation about her cooking was just typical feminine affectation.
But when he opened the insulated container and saw the Red Wine Steak and Tomato and Egg Noodles inside, his brows furrowed deeply, “Is this… what you made?”
The Red Wine Steak and Tomato and Egg Noodles in front of him did not look appetizing at all.
Especially the Red Wine Steak, which probably had been jostled during the journey — the broccoli had ended up on top of the steak, completely devoid of any presentation.
To Baron Lawrence, who was accustomed to Michelin-starred restaurants and various Private Clubs, these two dishes could be described as nothing less than dog food!
Even Enna Clark felt she couldn't stomach the contents of the insulated container, she grabbed the Red Wine Steak and pushed the Tomato and Egg Noodles towards him, “I'll eat this; you eat this one. The Tomato and Egg Noodles I made are quite tasty.”
As she spoke, she handed over the chopsticks.
Baron Lawrence's brows tightened then relaxed, relaxed then tightened again. Although he really wanted to eat, he just couldn't muster any interest.
He put the lid back on the insulated container, packed up the Red Wine Steak in front of Enna all together, set it aside, and picked up the internal line phone on his desk to make a call. Before long, a beautifully packaged meal box was delivered.
“President Lawrence.”
The delivery person set up the meal box and, with perceptive tact, left.
Baron Lawrence handed her the cutlery and said, “Let's eat this instead.”
Chapter end
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