Chapter 1856: Chapter 1846: Of Course, Cater to Their Preferences
“…I suddenly feel like hanging up on you.” Rupert Harris said with a light touch of his thin lips.
Baron Lawrence imdiately responded, “You know I have no mory for nas, I didn’t intentionally forget.”
Baron Lawrence indeed has an extraordinary mory, but he has a very small flaw, which is that he can’t rember people’s nas. When it cos to nas, he finds it difficult to rember them.
This flaw is sowhat similar to face blindness, but since it’s just about not rembering nas, it’s not considered a major problem.
Moreover, it’s not that he can’t rember at all—under normal circumstances, he can still rember the person’s surna. This is usually sufficient in social situations.
Rupert Harris also knows about this little flaw and resignedly said, “Emily Goldsmith. Not Emm sothing.”
Just think, that idiot used to secretly have a crush on Baron. If she knew Baron couldn’t even rember her na, that idiot would definitely be very upset.
Rupert Harris found it both irritating and amusing. He wasn’t a man who dwells on the past. Everyone has their own piece of history. Besides, Emily Goldsmith and Baron weren’t together, and Baron didn’t even know Emily Goldsmith had a crush on him, so he doesn’t care about the past, only about the present and the future. For the present and the future, that idiot can just be his.
“Got it, Emily Goldsmith. After you fought, what did you do to make her not mad?” Baron Lawrence impatiently questioned.
He’d asked the sa question no less than three tis already, showing how much he cared.
Rupert Harris didn’t delay any further and directly said, “You have to tell the reason behind your fight with Ms. Clark so I can give you advice, right?”
For what reason…
Baron Lawrence instinctively frowned, knitting his brows tightly. Although unwillingly, he recounted the events of that day.
He spoke more from his subjective point of view, constantly searching for justifiable reasons for his actions.
But Rupert Harris could still gather from his words what had happened at the ti, instantly feeling that he deserved the cold shoulder from Enna Clark.
Given such circumstances, if Enna Clark could agree to marry Baron at Old Master’s request, she truly liked him.
“That’s it. What should I do next?”
Rupert Harris rubbed his forehead, unsure of how to handle the situation. He’d only dated Emily Goldsmith, definitely lacking compared to Adam Sinclair’s rich experience. He and Emily Goldsmith hadn’t encountered such a situation. He could only share his experience with Baron Lawrence, “Usually when we fight, I’d give her a little sothing she likes afterward. Emily has so expertise in oil paintings, so I usually gift her so paintings she wants. Once she receives them, the fight is forgotten. In such cases, I suggest thinking about what Ms. Clark likes and go for that. Won often lighten up when surprised by receiving sothing they love.”
“Sothing Enna Clark likes?” Baron Lawrence was stumped.
Rupert Harris had been in the cold wind all night, his fingers freezing stiff. Having said all he could, he imdiately added, “Alright, take your ti to think. I have a TV interview in the morning, so I’m going to sleep first.”
After speaking, he didn’t give Baron Lawrence a chance and hung up the phone. Wisely, he turned off his phone and returned to his warm room.
…
Elsewhere.
In the luxurious villa of Birch Garden in Country W, the hung-up man placed his phone on the table, feeling irritated.
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