Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Even if no one else recognizes it, I do!
Baron Lawrence directly pushed aside the bag she handed to him, overbearing and dominant, “I want you to feed !”
“You have hands, you can hold it and eat it yourself.” Enna Clark firmly refused to feed him again, realizing that if she continued to feed him, what would be eaten would be more than just cookies.
Baron Lawrence’s brows furrowed, clearly unhappy. Enna pretended not to notice, seeing that he wouldn’t take it himself, she thought of a compromise, taking a cookie and holding it to his mouth, “I’ll feed, eat.”
Baron Lawrence’s eyes narrowed, his handso face tense, as if he didn’t plan to eat.
Enna had already made up her mind that if he didn’t eat, so be it. Just as her hand was getting numb from holding it and was about to withdraw, the man with the tight face and glowering at her opened his thin lips, bit the cookie and started eating.
He looked so much like he was eating charity food, the dissatisfaction on his face about to overflow. As he ate, he didn’t forget to threaten her through gritted teeth, “Only this once, not again, or else…”
Throw her to dig coal? Enna fed him another cookie, stopping his “or else”. Only then did she call out to him, “Baron Lawrence.”
“Hm?” The arrogant man’s lips and teeth were full of the sweetness he disliked the most, the sweetness spreading down his throat, non-stop. His brows furrowed tightly, if it weren’t for the fact that these cookies were fed by Enna Clark, he would have spat them out imdiately and rinsed the nauseating sweetness from his mouth!
His entire focus was on enduring the sweetness in his mouth, his response was absent-minded.
Shit!
Why were Pregnant Won’s Biscuits so sweet?
Did the chef who made this cookie have no sense of taste? Couldn’t they taste how sweet it was? They dared to sell such ugly cookies, if they didn’t eat themselves to death, they’d be killed by the sweetness.
“You…were you busy with engagent matters during the day?”
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the clear-eyed little woman.
“You didn’t get engaged last night, was the Old Master angry? What did he say? Will you…” lose a lot of things because of it?
Before Enna’s words were finished, they were interrupted, “No!”
Baron Lawrence pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of heroism, “I’m already married!”
“Country W doesn’t recognize our marriage certificate, so you’re not considered married.” She wasn’t stupid, since Baron Lawrence’s Grandpa told her that, it ant that their initial secret marriage was just a scrap of paper without any legal effect. Him using “already married” to placate her would only make her realize that he was really under trendous pressure now.
“Who told you? The Duke of Habsden?” A flash of gloominess in Baron Lawrence’s eyes, firmly grasping her waist, enunciating each word, “What does it have to do with if Country W doesn’t recognize it? As long as I recognize it! Even if everyone else doesn’t recognize it, I do! Even if everyone else disagrees, I want it! Marriage is a matter between the two of us, if you want that piece of paper, I’ll give it to you after this period of ti. Even if you don’t want that piece of paper, it doesn’t matter, my paper will only have your na written on it, if you won’t write, no other woman will ever write!”
Extrely domineering, incredibly stubborn!
Enna Clark suddenly felt less pressure, and when she had faced his grandfather before, she had said the sa thing. Marriage was just a matter of two pieces of paper, as long as the two people recognized it, it was enough.
She was firm when she said it at that ti, now hearing him say the sa thing, what could make her not determined?
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