Chapter 917: I will keep my phone on 24 hours a day
Chapter 917: Chapter 917: I will keep my phone on 24 hours a day
Enna Clark looked at her daughter’s face, which had thinned down, felt a softness in her heart, and agreed, “Okay.”
Lyle Westbrook’s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, “Go prepare.”
“Yes, Young Master Lyle.”
Enna Clark frowned slightly, taking advantage of when Gigi was playing with something else, she glanced at her phone.
Her phone lay silent, without any messages or missed calls.
How strange, Baron Lawrence still hadn’t seen that she had called him? Why didn’t he return the call? Was he not back at the hospital yet? Where did he go?
“Enna, it’s time to eat.”
“Alright, I’ll be right there.” Enna Clark put her phone away and carried Gigi over.
Soon, the villa’s servants entered one after another, placing a series of exquisite dishes on the table.
Enna Clark watched as they quickly filled the large table meant for eight, with matsutake mushrooms, caviar, each dish luxurious and delicate.
Besides Western food, they had meticulously prepared Oriental food as well.
They also made Millet Porridge, Gigi’s favorite.
“Food! Food!” Gigi, seeing the food, became excited.
“Don’t rush, Mummy will feed you.” Enna Clark tied a bib around her neck and then picked up a spoon. She cooled each spoonful before bringing it to her lips.
After playing for so long, the little one seemed truly hungry. Unlike other children of her age who would run around during mealtime, she sat obediently on her stool, waiting for Enna Clark to feed her, eating heartily and with relish. Watching her eat could whet anyone’s appetite.
After feeding her a bowl of porridge, Enna Clark began her own meal.
Her table manners were flawless, her posture, and dining etiquette were impeccable as she finished the steak in front of her and set down her knife and fork.
“I’m full, Mr. Howell, please take your time.”
When she set down her utensils, Lyle Westbrook followed suit, elegantly wiping his mouth and rose to his feet, pulling out the chair, “It’s getting late outside, I’ll take you back.”
“No need to trouble yourself.” Enna Clark rejected the offer without a second thought.
Lyle Westbrook walked up to her, towering and dignified, pulling her chair back firmly in a manner that brooked no argument, “I’m taking you.”
Enna Clark could hear the irrefutable tone in his voice, her brows knitted together. Then, suddenly remembering that she would need Lyle Westbrook’s help to manage Giselle Lawrence’s condition over the next three days and that she had previously misunderstood him, she felt contrite. After giving it some thought, she looked into his eyes and politely said, “Then I will have to trouble you.”
Lyle Westbrook momentarily averted his gaze from her bright eyes, feeling a subtle change in his heartbeat. With a light touch of his lips, he said, “It’s no trouble. Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
Enna Clark didn’t want to be separated from Gigi, but she had no choice but to leave her temporarily for three days. She watched the little girl being carried by a servant to the sofa to play, reluctant to take her eyes off her for a long time.
Lyle Westbrook had already suppressed the subtle feeling in his heart, following her gaze to the little girl playing with toys on the sofa, his features softened slightly, “During these three days, if you miss her, you can video call her.”
Video call…
“Really?” Enna Clark turned her head instantly, looking at him with surprise.
“Anytime, I will keep my phone on 24 hours a day.”
Enna Clark felt a bit relieved in her heart. She forced herself to look away, clenched her teeth, and turned to say, “Mr. Howell, let us go.”
If she didn’t leave now, she feared she wouldn’t want to leave at all.
“Okay.”
Lyle Westbrook took long strides, and Enna Clark steeled her heart and followed his steps…
Giselle Lawrence was now engrossed with the toy bear in the servant’s hands, completely unaware that Enna Clark and Lyle Westbrook had left, so she didn’t cry or make a fuss, giggling and laughing non-stop as she played with the maid.