Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

It turns out that Scott Harris had come back after arranging for Emilia Goldsmith to get in the car.

Tobias Clark’s cheeks were puffed up, his little face red with anger, and he was still fuming. Enna didn’t dare to provoke him anymore and quickly took this opportunity to change the subject, “Darling, let’s go wash our hands and eat.”

“Hmph!” He turned his face away, ignoring Enna’s outstretched hand and stomping off angrily.

Scott Harris was confused and looked at Enna helplessly, lowering his voice to ask, “Ms. Clark, what’s wrong with the young master?”

“It’s nothing, I just made him angry.” She shouldn’t have touched the child’s sore spot, especially by comparing him to Rose Howell. But Bobby was better than his dad in one aspect, “Mr. Harris doesn’t have to worry, he’ll only be angry for a while and will forget about it soon.”

“I see.” Scott Harris didn’t take it to heart and reminded her, “Ms. Clark, Baron is waiting for you outside. Hurry up, there’s your favorite sweet and sour perch fish today, it won’t taste good when it’s cold.”

“Okay.” Enna stood up and narrowed her eyes, “I’ll go wash my hands.”

She slowly came out after washing her hands, and the large and small had already sat down at the dining table.

The mansion used a European-style long dining table, with servants standing by its side. The crystal chandeliers and glass cups on the table shimmered with luxury and elegance.

Baron Lawrence exuded nobility, and every move he made was perfect aristocratic etiquette. Even though they were having Oriental food, his beautiful dining manners made it seem as if he were having elegant Western Food.

Although Bobby was small, he could compete with Baron Lawrence in this aspect. He sat up straight and had very standard dining manners.

Enna really didn’t know how Bobby could be so perfect in this aspect without her ever teaching him.

It seemed that there was some truth in TV series about some noble families maintaining the purity of their blood by marrying close relatives.

Hereditary traits definitely exist.

Otherwise, how could there be the common saying “Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice have children that dig holes?”

“Woman, why are you standing there stupidly? Hurry up and come here; I’ve got some fish tail for you.” Bobby was indeed a child who didn’t hold a grudge. When he got something delicious, he forgot about Enna stepping on his sore spot about not growing taller and eagerly placed the best meat from the fish into her bowl.

His image as a noble who neither spoke during meals nor spoke during sleep immediately crumbled. It seemed that even if he was a noble, he was still a down-to-earth and stingy one.

Enna held back her laughter and walked over, sitting beside him.

Lowering her head, she saw an extra fish tail in her bowl. She reached out to pinch his cheek and smiled, “Thank you, darling.”

Tobias couldn’t figure out why women loved pinching his face. His own woman, Aunt Olivia, and Aunt Tiffany did the same thing. He didn’t like being pinched, it wasn’t manly at all. He secretly moved away from Enna’s “evil claws” and reminded her, “Woman, eat quickly.”

Enna picked up her chopsticks and began eating.

The sweet and sour perch was delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Just one taste and she knew it was made by a Michelin chef.

The fish was fragrant and had no fishy smell at all. She enjoyed it with her eyes closed, and her mood improved so much that even her appetite got better.

She ate two bowls of rice before putting down her tableware with her appetite still unsatisfied, “I’m full now.”