Chapter 1289 - Chapter 1289 Chapter 1289 A Furious Gaze
Chapter 1289: Chapter 1289: A Furious Gaze Chapter 1289: Chapter 1289: A Furious Gaze “How soon is ‘right away’? A few minutes? Tens of minutes, or a few hours?”
With that attitude, he hardly seemed like a little guy; he was totally acting like the man of the house.
And that domineering tone, just like someone. It was uncanny.
Enna Clark hadn’t noticed before, but now it felt like her little Bobby’s personality was increasingly leaning towards that certain someone.
He might put on a facade in front of others, but in front of her, he was utterly transparent.
She really started to wonder who was the son and who was the mom.
“About fifteen minutes.”
The little guy on the phone immediately said, “3 minutes. If you’re not back in 3 minutes, I’m going to Uncle Harris to find you.”
“Bobby…” Enna Clark felt a need to correct him.
But it was as if Bobby had seen through to her thoughts, and before she could even start, he preempted her, “I can’t talk now; Gigi is calling me. Granduncle is going to teach me piano, I’m very busy. 3 minutes, I’ll wait for you to come back.”
After saying that, without giving Enna Clark a chance to speak, he hung up with a snap.
A busy signal came from the phone, leaving Enna Clark with a pounding headache.
Despite his young age, Bobby was decisive and bold, with a temper to match.
Last time, he dared Scott Harris to help him keep it a secret from Baron Lawrence and sneaked off with Gigi to Country W. If Enna didn’t get home in 3 minutes, she truly believed that Bobby had the temperament to make Scott come looking for her.
Enna Clark checked the time and calculated the time Lyle Westbrook would take to change his clothes plus the trip back home. If there was no traffic, she should be able to make it back in 3 minutes.
Nevertheless, she felt it was necessary to find time to talk to her little Bobby about being overbearing.
…
Lyle Westbrook had simply changed his clothes and come back.
“Let’s go, Enna.”
Because of the call from Bobby, Enna Clark didn’t delay. She immediately stood up, took her things, and said, “Okay.”
Lyle Westbrook saw she seemed to be feeling a bit better and naturally extended his hand, “I’ll carry it for you.”
“No need, it’s just a bag, I can carry it myself.”
Lyle Westbrook didn’t like her being so formal with him and insisted with a firm voice, his hand still outstretched, “You’re not feeling well, let me help.”
Unable to resist him, and acknowledging his good intentions, Enna Clark handed over her bag, “Alright, thank you.”
For the third time…