Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 122
Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Enna Clark, You’re Having an Affair!
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Baron Lawrence raised his eyebrows impatiently, giving her a disdainful glance, and his thin lips touched lightly, “My standard is simply finding someone pleasing to the eye.” However, up to now, only one woman had caught his fancy.
So, Enna Clark was the standard.
The female host was confused and wanted to ask more questions, but seeing his impatient expression, she wisely closed her mouth and changed the subject to finance. Enna couldn’t understand any of it, so she just zoned out with the cleaning cloth in hand.
Ever since they parted ways three months ago, she hadn’t seen this man for a long time and even deliberately avoided his news these past few months. For some reason, this time seeing him on the screen, she felt that his complexion seemed somewhat pale, as if he had been seriously ill…
Was Baron Lawrence sick?
Was it because of overwork? Or, was it… because of her?
Although the possibility of it being because of herself was slim, Enna’s heart still skipped a beat.
She picked up the TV remote control from the coffee table and turned off the TV with a click.
Finally, the house was quiet again.
It was probably not because of her, right?
She analyzed it seriously, and Baron Lawrence liked her back then mostly because she had helped him block that one time, and it was probably just a momentary impulse.
Yeah, there’s no way it was because of her.
Enna took a deep breath, threw the messy thoughts in her mind aside, adjusted her mindset, and started cleaning again.
She came to the villa to clean every week, so the place was always spotless. All she had to do was dust the furniture and mop the floors. However, the villa was large, and it took her almost an hour and a half to finish tidying everything up.
After finishing, Enna didn’t rest. She quickly washed her hands, put on an apron, and opened the fridge.
As always, the fridge was stocked with a variety of vegetables and meats.
She chose a few and took them to the kitchen.
Her secret husband said that he had a relative in Capital City Hospital who was sick and wanted some home-cooked meals. Each time after she cleaned, she would cook some food at home for the driver to deliver to the hospital after dropping her off.
Since he had done her such a huge favor, Enna had no objection to cleaning and cooking for him every week. She turned on the faucet and tossed the ripe tomatoes into the water one by one, washing them and pondering.
What to cook today?
Patients should eat lighter meals. Last week, she made Shiitake Mushroom Stewed Chicken, Fish Ball Soup, and Scallion Braised Sea Cucumber. What about this week? She couldn’t just make Tomato Scrambled Eggs, could she?
As the tomatoes tumbled in the water, Enna skillfully washed them, put them aside, and suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. She thought of a light-tasting dish – Tomato Beef Brisket!
She wasted no time and started cooking right away.
She opened the fridge and found fresh beef brisket inside.
She took out the beef brisket along with pork ribs and winter melon, and got to work.
Tomato Beef Brisket, Pork Ribs and Winter Melon Soup… and a few side dishes should be enough.
Checking the time, she figured it had to be enough. She had finished work late, and if she didn’t go home soon, her dear Bobby would be fuming.
Enna’s knife skills were fast, and her hands were nimble.
One hour later, most of the dishes were ready, and only the Pork Ribs and Winter Melon Soup was still simmering on the stove.
She untied her apron, turned the heat down to the lowest, and walked out of the kitchen.
The living room was shining clean and looked beautiful in the setting sun’s glow. Looking at the fruits of her labor, she felt happy and couldn’t help but smile. Ignoring her fatigue, she picked up her bag on the sofa and took out her phone.
As expected, her phone was flooded with messages from her beloved Bobby.
— Woman, haven’t you gotten off work yet?
I remembered that you work overtime every Friday.
— When will you pick me up? I’m so bored.
Hey, woman, I’m home. Mr. Nick dropped me off. What about you? Still at work?
— Why aren’t you replying? Enna, are you cheating on me?
— Are you really with another man? Reply me now!
