Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

About ten people raised their hands.

The lecturer scanned the classroom and settled her gaze on the conspicuous man in the corner, saying, “Can the gentleman in the corner come up and demonstrate?”

The attention of the classroom, which had just shifted away, snapped back again—

Enna also looked at the man next to her.

Out of so many people in the class raising their hands, Baron Lawrence didn’t raise his at all, so why did the teacher pick him? Was it because he was handsome?

She didn’t know that her casual guess was spot on. The lecturer picked Baron Lawrence, ignoring all the other volunteers, precisely because he was so handsome!

She thought that choosing such a handsome man as a demo would ensure the students would pay attention to the lesson.

“Sir in the corner, can you come up and demonstrate?” She invited again with a smile.

Baron Lawrence’s brow was furrowed like he was about to squash a fly in annoyance. Just as Enna thought he was going to lose his temper, he actually stood up and walked to the front.

“Let’s give him a round of applause,” the teacher said immediately.

There was thunderous applause in the classroom.

However, Enna’s temples were throbbing with anxiety and she couldn’t help but worry.

As expected.

Her concern was not unfounded.

Once Baron Lawrence went up, he showed no signs of stage fright in front of hundreds of people. Holding the simulation baby in one indifferent hand, he asked, “Just bathing him will suffice, right?”

The lecturer broke into a cold sweat at the way he was holding the simulation baby, but he was her pick, so she had to brace herself and nod. “Yes. You just need to demonstrate how you think a small baby should be bathed.”

“For the sake of authenticity, here we have our brand’s premium baby bath lotion, which you can use. This bath lotion…”

Baron Lawrence was a man of swift action and disliked dawdling. He only needed to hear the request clearly and didn’t want to listen to any nonsense. He took the bottle from the still-introducing lecturer and put the simulation baby in the baby bathtub. Supporting the baby’s head with one hand, he roughly opened the bottle with the other hand, poured the bath lotion on the simulation baby, quickly smoothed it, rinsed it in the water, picked up the towel on the table, and wrapped the still-bubbly simulation baby.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, leaving the hundreds of onlookers silent.

Even the lecturer’s mouth was wide open as if she had lost her voice.

Was he really bathing a child and not plucking a chicken?

Wasn’t that too simple and rough?

Baron Lawrence didn’t think he had been too rough; he believed he had used all his patience to seriously apply the bath lotion to that boring plastic doll. Moreover, he did it in front of so many people, wasting precious time, just to bathe a plastic doll. He held the wrapped baby stiffly and with an expressionless face, handed it over to the dumbstruck lecturer. “It’s done, take it!”

Take it! That decisive tone made it sound like he couldn’t wait to get rid of the rubbish!

The lecturer came back to her senses with the pitiful-looking baby brought up to her face. Stammering, she said, “A baby’s skin is not as fully developed as an adult’s skin. A baby’s skin is very delicate, and it can be easily hurt if not handled carefully. Bath lotion should not be applied directly to the baby’s skin like that, as it can harm the child.”