Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
Chapter 1306 - Chapter 1306 Chapter 1306 The Domineering CEOs Way of Dining

Chapter 1306: Chapter 1306: The Domineering CEO’s Way of Dining on a Date Chapter 1306: Chapter 1306: The Domineering CEO’s Way of Dining on a Date As soon as she got into the car, Baron Lawrence changed direction, walked to the other side, and took the driver’s seat.

Without any superfluous talk, he immediately started the car and pressed the accelerator!

His personality and way of doing things had always been swift and decisive, and his driving was equally fast.

The speed of the car shot up to 160 miles per hour, and Enna Clark felt the green belts on both sides rapidly receding.

In less than 3 minutes.

The Land Rover executed a beautiful drift, screeching as the tires slid, and stopped in front of a luxurious and attractive restaurant.

“We’re here.”

Baron Lawrence got out of the car first.

Enna Clark, pale-faced, unbuckled her seat belt and followed him out of the car.

As soon as she stepped out, a waiter hurriedly approached, “Young Master Lawrence, will it be for two today?”

Baron Lawrence naturally grabbed Enna Clark’s wrist and led her inside, “Two.”

The waiter stole a quick glance at Enna Clark and hurried off to prepare.

It wasn’t until they entered that Enna Clark realized where Baron Lawrence had brought her.

It was a French restaurant.

From the decorations and layout alone, one could tell that the prices in this restaurant were as extravagant as its decor, stunning at a glance.

Besides the interior design of the restaurant, there was even someone playing the piano in the very center, with the melodious sound of the piano resonating, creating an elegant and dignified atmosphere from the moment one walked in.

This contrasted sharply with the crude and casual roadside stall they had just visited!

Baron Lawrence seemed to come here often.

The waiter immediately led them to a quiet spot by the window and promptly brought over the menu.

“Filet Mignon, medium rare.”

Baron Lawrence didn’t even glance at the menu but ordered straight away.

Just as he was about to tell the waiter to go ahead with the preparation, he caught a glimpse of the young lady opposite him, had the waiter pass the menu to her, his stern features relaxing, and said to Enna Clark, “What would you like to eat? Order anything.”

Enna Clark had just received the menu the waiter handed over and hadn’t yet opened it when she heard the man opposite her frown and change his mind, “Never mind, make everything for her the same as mine!”

Make everything for her the same as mine!

Could he be any more domineering?

She hadn’t even ordered yet. What if she didn’t want to eat Filet Mignon or wasn’t accustomed to medium rare?

The waiter gave Enna Clark a slightly more inquisitive look.

However, he didn’t dare to look longer, quietly collected the gilded menu from Enna Clark’s hands, bowed, and said, “Very well, I’ll go prepare it immediately, please wait a moment.”

With that, he backed away.

No sooner had the waiter left than the seafood appetizers were served. There was salad, salmon, and grilled eel.

Baron Lawrence elegantly picked up his knife and fork, glanced at Enna Clark across from him, his lips briefly touching, “Eat.”

He had already begun his meal.

Enna Clark, seeing the table full of exquisite and upscale food and feeling hungry, resigned herself to picking up her knife and fork, and started eating like him.

It had to be said that under Baron Lawrence’s discerning tastes, the food at the selected restaurant was really good. Although Enna Clark didn’t particularly like Western Food, she had to admit that the food at this French restaurant was top-notch.

By the time they finished the French feast, it was already 3 p.m., and Baron Lawrence drove them back to the company.

In the second before getting out of the car, Enna Clark took a deep breath, turned to the man beside her, and said, “President Lawrence, thank you for lunch, um, could I possibly…”

“Hmm?” The handsome man turned his head, waiting for her to continue.

Enna Clark met his stern eagle-eyed gaze, opened her mouth, mustered up the courage, and finished saying what she wanted to say, “May I have your phone number?”