Chapter 1478: Chapter 1478: Is He Really Not Busy? Chapter 1478: Chapter 1478: Is He Really Not Busy? Under his glare, Enna Clark simply couldn’t come up with anything else.

Baron Lawrence almost glared a hole through her, and yet she maintained her silence from beginning to end, making him have the urge to strangle her.

Damn it, was there really nothing else?!

Besides taking her to visit the cemetery, had he never taken her anywhere else?!

As he wallowed in frustration, Enna Clark was even more exasperated.

She racked her brains, trying to think, but she just couldn’t come up with anything else.

Besides the cemetery, what else…

She wrung her mind dry, but still couldn’t think of anything else.

Baron Lawrence’s eyes were tired from glaring, and he did not wait for her reply before he knew the answer. His handsome face tensed, and he spat out, “Hurry up and eat, after we finish we’re going to the Night Market!”

“You said we’re going afterwards?” Enna Clark couldn’t believe it.

Baron Lawrence reached out and messed up her hair, and seeing her hair in disarray, his jaw relaxed, lifting his mood, “Otherwise, when did you want to go?”

“Baron Lawrence, stop that, my hair…” Enna Clark cradled her head to protect her hair, not forgetting to glare at him.

However, it was to no avail, her hair was still maliciously messed up by someone.

Fortunately, at that moment, the waiter brought over the steak, and Baron Lawrence withdrew his hand; otherwise, who knows what torment her hair would have endured.

“Ms. Clark, your steak, medium rare.”

The waiter sneakily glanced at her while placing the steak in front of her.

Enna Clark’s hair was completely disheveled like a bird’s nest, and after murmuring a thank you to the waiter, she took off her hair tie and tried to tidy it up with her fingers.

Fortunately, she never permed or dyed her hair, and she usually let her hair dry naturally when washing it, so the quality of her hair was still okay.

It didn’t take many strokes before her hair was smooth again.

It was just that it was inconvenient to tie it up again.

Feeling frustrated, she looped the hair tie around her wrist and looked up at the culprit, only to find that Baron Lawrence did not seem to feel the least bit guilty, contentedly eating his steak.

While eating, he cheerfully urged her, “Enna Clark, stop dawdling, eat faster!”

Enna Clark, “…”

Right now, she wanted to eat a person!

…

Eating Western Food didn’t take too much time, mainly because French cuisine was prepared rather slowly. By the time the escargot was served, Enna Clark was pretty much full.

She was the first to put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth, whispering, “I’m full.”

The handsome man followed suit, putting down his knife and fork and elegantly pulled back the chair, standing up first and reaching out his hand to her, “Let’s go.”

“Are you really going to the Night Market?” Enna Clark couldn’t quite believe it, “Aren’t you busy?”

The Old Master had collapsed, and now should be his busiest time.

How come since this morning, she hadn’t seen his cell phone ring once?

Baron Lawrence couldn’t be bothered with the small talk. If Enna Clark didn’t come over, he simply pulled her in, fingers tightly interlocked, firmly holding onto her hand before he spoke unhurriedly, “Which eye of yours saw that I’m not busy? I’m very busy right now.”

Busy taking her to the Night Market!

Enna Clark, on the contrary, wanted to argue with him, “Both my eyes saw it.”

The woman, had she eaten bear heart and leopard gall? His eagle eyes narrowed, giving Enna Clark a glare, and his thin lips suddenly met, “Then dig them out! Country T has a shortage of blind mineworkers!”

Despite his disdainful words, his actions were not at all as vile as what he was saying. Holding Enna Clark’s left hand firmly, fingers tightly interlocked, he led her out of the Western Restaurant.