"I'm really worried about your stomach. You say you're still young, but if your stomach is this bad now, what will happen when you're older? What about me?"
Her soft voice echoed in his ear, and Baron Lawrence, who was a bit annoyed at first, found his mood soothed by her gentle words.
It felt like a warm current flowed through his chest, soothing his heart with a sense of warmth.
He walked to the internal phone by the living room sofa, picked up the receiver, and called Customer Service, "Send over some Western food!"
Enna Clark heard his voice through the phone and quickly said, "It's so late, you haven't eaten during the day, and steak is too greasy. Porridge is better — have seafood porridge."
Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows slightly, holding the receiver, "Forget it. Change it to seafood porridge for me. Send it over quickly!"
After he finished speaking, he hung up with a click and walked toward the bedroom.
