Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Bobby who likes watching lodramatic soap operas Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Bobby who likes watching lodramatic soap operas “Bobby, why are you outside? How long have you been waiting out here?” Enna Clark was concerned that it was cold outside at night, and he could easily catch a cold by running out.
In Bobby’s ears, her words twisted, as if to imply he was a redundant disturbance. His cool little face grew even more unfriendly as he shot Enna a ‘you’re having an affair’ look, then wedged himself between the two adults, forcibly separating them.
The next second, he slled the scent of alcohol on Enna Clark, and his little brows imdiately furrowed, “Enna Clark, have you been drinking?”
His expression was as if his eyebrows were about to stand on end.
“Only a little bit.”
“Liar!” How could such a strong alcohol sll co from just a little bit?
Bobby suppressed his anger, not forgetting that there was an ‘outsider’ present. His face switched as swiftly as a Sichuan opera face-changing act, going from a little tyrant to a polite and understanding young gentleman. He tilted his head up and politely said to Lyle Westbrook, “Uncle Westbrook, thank you for bringing Mummy back ho. She’s a bit unwell, so I’ll take her inside now.”
He was courteous in his deanor, but Lyle could feel the distance in his tone.
Knowing it was a veiled way of sending him away.
Lyle gave a helpless smile and said, “Alright, I was just about to head back to my hotel anyway, so I’ll leave you to it.”
“Okay, thank you, Uncle Westbrook. Goodbye, Uncle Westbrook.”
And that was done with such speed and cheer!
Lyle Westbrook didn’t take it personally, glanced at Enna Clark and said, “Enna, I’ll be going now.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Mm.” Lyle got straight into the car and closed the door behind him.
The Bentley vanished around the corner in a blink of an eye.
As soon as the car disappeared from sight, the previously polite and generous Bobby instantly turned sour, accusing her without a shred of rcy, “Enna Clark, you’re cheating!”
“You’re cheating right at our front door, not coming ho at night, and even getting blind drunk! I’m going to tell Uncle about your behavior!”
“…” Enna Clark was speechless, her face lined with frustration.
He was just over 7 years old; did he even understand what cheating ant?
No, that’s not right. Her prodigious son Bobby, seemingly knew what cheating and having affairs ant when he was just 5 years old.
After all, he had said similar things before.
But back then, he was the one giving his enthusiastic approval.
Enna felt the need to correct his worldview; as she led him inside by hand, she tried to remain calm and explained, “It’s not what you think. Uncle Westbrook and I just happened to et, and he simply gave a ride ho. You can’t think so complicatedly about everything,”
“Then why do you sll like alcohol? Did you ‘just happen’ to drink together too?” Bobby clearly didn’t believe her.
“I had a little because of work, but I didn’t drink with him. It’s not what you think, and you can’t watch those TV series anymore. I’m going to tell Mr. Harris, and if you sneak a watch, you’ll lose your iPad for a day for each ti. If it adds up to more than three tis, you’ll lose it for a month.”
Who would have thought her genius son, besides enjoying Boonie Bears, liked watching those bubble dramas full of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts, which generally only won in their thirties and forties watch? And he watched them with great relish. Enna hadn’t found it worrying before, but now she deeply felt that if he continued, his imagination would soar too high. Whenever he saw her interacting with another man, regardless of the circumstances, his mind would race to such conclusions.
The problem was, he was only seven.
It wasn’t good for him to mature too early.
Bobby didn’t seem to care; though he didn’t rebut Enna aloud, his mind was already spinning calculations.
It seed he had to go and have a talk with the Dubious Man next door himself.
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