"Mm." Baron Lawrence wasn't accustomed to chatting while eating, so he focused on his meal.
Enna Clark couldn't finish her meal halfway through.
Watching him finish one bowl after another, consuming more than half a pot of porridge, he didn't forget to instruct Scott Harris, "Use plastic wrap to seal the leftovers and put them in the fridge. I want to eat them tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Lord." Scott Harris cleaned up the dining table and went to carry out his instructions.
Enna watched him eat so much with great force, reached out to touch his stomach, frowned and said, "We should go for a walk later to exercise, you might not digest well and won't be able to sleep if you eat so much at night."
The handsome man's eyes darkened, and he looked at her, saying, "I need to exercise before I can sleep."
"Hmm?" Enna had a vague feeling that the exercise he was talking about wasn't the same as the one she meant.
