Chapter 239: Chapter 239: No, it doesn’t feel that great.
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At this moment.
Enna came out with the dishes and saw the father and son happily chatting in the living room, feeling warm inside. She called out to them, “Dinner is ready, you two can wash your hands and start eating.”
“Okay.” Tobias turned off the TV, jumped off the couch, put on his slippers, and went to wash his hands. As he reached the bathroom door, he didn’t forget to call out to Baron trailing behind, “Uncle Baron, hurry up.” The dinner atmosphere was harmonious.
More harmonious than Enna could have ever imagined.
After dinner, Baron had no reason to stay any longer, so he gave Enna a look that seemed to say ‘I could eat you’, and reluctantly left.
Enna watched him enter the house opposite, then breathed a sigh of relief and
closed the door with a click.
Turning her head, she saw Bobby on the sofa, laughing while watching Boonie Bears. She approached him and tentatively asked, “Darling, what did you talk to Uncle Baron about just now?”
Tobias didn’t even look up, “We didn’t talk about much, just some interesting things that happened in our kindergarten.”
Enna took a deep breath, sat down beside him, and was about to tell him about Baron’s identity. She turned her head and pondered on how to start the conversation, “So, darling, what do you think of Uncle Baron? You two seem to be getting along quite well, and I’ve never seen you hit it off with someone like that on the first meeting. It seems you have a good impression of Uncle Baron?”
Tobias still didn’t glance at her, picked up the remote control, and said casually, “Not really. I don’t think he’s anything special.”
This answer was unexpected for Enna, “Not really…? Then, why did you talk so well with him?”
“He’s a guest, right? And he’s your coworker. Of course, I should be polite to him.” Tobias finished, turned off the TV, jumped off the couch, waved his hand handsomely, and left without looking back, “Woman, I’m going to my room to do art homework. You can have fun by yourself.”
As he reached his bedroom door, he suddenly turned back, his little face serious as he warned her, “And also, woman, don’t bring any strange men home without my permission next time. What if he robs and kills? You, a woman, will have yourself to blame.”
Robbing and killing…
Baron robbing her…
What would he rob her of? Money? Don’t be silly; if he had the time, he’d rather take a nap instead.
But what on earth were they teaching in kindergarten? How come Bobby, who’s still so young, has such strong worldviews?
Just as Enna was about to speak.
The bedroom door slammed shut with a bang.
All the heart-to-heart talk she had prepared was stifled.
Damn, Bobby was too cunning. What to do if he refused to talk to her?
With a headache, Enna cleared the tableware, cleaned up the tea table after washing the dishes. Then she went back to her room, opened the wardrobe to find a change of clothes, and saw a pile of men’s clothes hanging inside, arrogantly showing who their owner was.
Enna felt a throbbing in her temples, only then remembering that Baron had left some of his clothes at her place the other day and hadn’t taken them away. If Bobby were to see these clothes, there would certainly be a big fuss.
Oh well, never mind.
She would find another opportunity to talk to Bobby later.
Enna sighed, squatted down, and found a loose T-shirt for herself before closing the wardrobe door. It was a case of out of sight, out of mind as she went to take a bath…