Chapter 1847: Chapter 1837: The Conflicted Bobby
"Agreed." Enna Clark glanced at him nervously and hesitantly asked, "Bobby, if weāre getting married, what do you think about it?"
Bobby first blinked his eyes, then flopped onto the bed, lazily looked at Enna Clark, and with an expression like heās looking at an idiot, said arrogantly, "Isnāt it totally normal for my dad and my mummy to get married? What am I supposed to think? Just think like that."
He spoke so lightly, without any of the resistance he had shown toward Lyle Westbrook a couple of days ago.
That look of his, as natural as could be.
Bobby rolled over, then rolled back next to her, propped up his chin, and asked, "Whereās the wedding going to be held? Are you planning to have a traditional wedding or a Western one? What about the wedding dress? When are you getting married? Nowās the perfect time to get married, just in time for Little Slug to be your flower girl. Enna Clark, donāt delay too much, the longer the night, the more dreams there are."
"..." Enna Clark was both amused and exasperated by his barrage of questions, reached out to pinch his pretending-to-be-mature little face, mocking him, "Do you even know what āthe longer the night, the more dreams there areā means? Still going on about dreams."
Bobby, being mocked, dodged her hand very discontentedly, jumped up, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Of course I know. Even if I lack knowledge, I have common sense, and if I donāt have common sense, at least I watch a lot of TV series! Look at those TV series, lots of couples agree to get married, all the relatives are informed, and then right before the wedding, either the guy runs off or the girl does."
"I know you, you wouldnāt run. But you canāt stop the Dubious Man next door from messing things up. What if something happens, and Dubious Man next door runs away, leaving you all alone at the wedding, wouldnāt that be awkward?"
Enna Clark really didnāt know whether to laugh or cry, said frustratedly, "Bobby, canāt you think of something positive? Why do you have to jinx me?"
"Iām not jinxing you; Iām reminding you. Just to be safe, hurry up and get married. Donāt dilly-dally, itās best to hold the wedding within a month!" He spoke logically.
Enna Clark truly didnāt understand where a kid his age got so many worries from; clearly, heās just a little kid, yet heās so worried. She said helplessly, "If thereās no accident, we might hold the wedding within half a month."
The Old Master said half a month.
Considering the Old Masterās efficiency, there shouldnāt be any big changes.
"Half a month?" Bobby was momentarily stunned, then immediately frowned, his brows furrowing more and more tightly, and he murmured softly, "Half a month is too soon, right? So soon, Iām not even ready yet."
A moment ago, he was pushing her to set a wedding date quickly, acting as if any delay and Baron Lawrence would run away.
In the blink of an eye, now heās complaining the time is too soon, heās not ready.
Enna Clark looked at his conflicted little face and couldnāt help but smile. She proactively changed the topic to divert his attention, saying, "Today I had Hayes buy a detective novel, do you want to listen to it? Iāll read it for you."
"Detective novel? What detective novel?" Even the genius Bobby is just a kid, unable to resist his interests, easily having his attention diverted by her.
Enna Clark took out a newly bought book from the bedside, waved it in front of him, and said, "Itās this one. Your favorite Sherlock Holmes. So, do you want to listen?"
"I prefer to read it myself. But if youāre reading, Iāll reluctantly listen."
Really a case of saying one thing and meaning another.
Enna Clark opened the book and began to read to him...
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