In the car.
Bobby started out calm but gradually beca restless, and as more ti passed, the more uneasy his expression beca.
Finally, after Baron Lawrence had been gone for ten minutes without returning to the car, he beca agitated and couldn’t help but turn to Enna Clark and ask, "Woman, why hasn’t the Dubious Man co back yet?"
"I don’t know, maybe soone had sothing to discuss with him and it delayed him a bit. Don’t worry, he’ll be back," Enna Clark was still replying to a ssage from Olivia Lewis, casually answering him.
Bobby furrowed his little eyebrows, and after waiting for another three minutes, he finally couldn’t sit still, "I’m going down to take a look."
His woman said that a fox can’t carry away a lion, but if you take away one word from ’fox spirit,’ maybe a fox can’t carry away a lion, but a fox spirit is a different story.
His lion, why should it be carried away by soone else?
Enna Clark looked up with so helplessness, put down her phone, and pulled him back, "Why are you going down? Calm down, he’ll probably be back soon."
Bobby didn’t believe her, "How do you know? You said he’d be back soon, and yet the Dubious Man still hasn’t co back."
"..." Baron Lawrence had only been gone for ten minutes, and her little Bobby was being overly cautious.
What can you even do in ten minutes? Even a fox spirit can’t seduce a man in ten minutes.
Bobby pulled her hand away, "No, I’m still going down to check."
"Your dad will be back really soon; you don’t need to go down," Enna Clark saw that she was about to lose grip on him, but luckily, at that mont, the car door opened, and the man who had been gone for ten minutes returned.
"What are you guys doing?" He lifted his long leg into the car, scanning Bobby’s uneasy face with surprise.
"Nothing," Enna Clark, of course, wanted to protect Bobby’s dignity.
"Nothing," Bobby echoed in unison. As soon as he saw Baron Lawrence return, he imdiately put on a composed little face, pretending to be calm, and sat back in his seat as though the person who was all worked up and ready to jump out of the car to play detective wasn’t him. He was such a good actor!
Enna Clark’s mouth twitched, deciding to withdraw her gaze, no longer observing.
She was afraid she’d lose control and pinch his little face.
Baron Lawrence believed their story, closed the car door, and instructed the driver, "Back to Birch Garden."
"Yes, Lord," the driver started the car, paying no attention.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Birch Garden.
Bobby was the first to enter the house, quickly slipping back to his room.
He was probably frustrated with his lack of composure earlier.
Seeing him close the door, Enna Clark put down her bag and said to the man next to her, "I’m going to take a shower first, it’s so hot."
The word ’hot’ coming out of her mouth was particularly enticing.
Although Enna Clark was rely expressing that the car’s air conditioning was too strong, and her tight evening dress was making her hot...
Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened a little, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling back and forth with restraint as he looked at her and said, "Go ahead."
Enna Clark didn’t notice his change in expression, slipped off her uncomfortable high heels, and went into the bedroom.
Soon, the sound of running water was heard from the bathroom.
The tall man unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons, tugged at his collar, and relaxed into the sofa, pouring himself a glass of water. After drinking it, he slightly quelled the fire igniting in his abdon.
Once the fla inside him had cooled down a bit, he found his phone and called the old house—
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