Chapter 179: Chapter 179
Lawrence Winters: "...".
She blinked and said in a somewhat dazed manner, "Kenneth, you’re really giving me a lot of pressure with this..."
Kenneth Osborne looked at her, chuckled, and ruffled her hair. "Pressure? It’s not a big deal at all. — I’ve done this much for you, aren’t you moved?"
Lawrence Winters: "..."
That sounded a bit awkward.
Can’t think too deeply about it.
She shook her head with a smile, "...Oh, I wouldn’t dare be moved, Kenneth, you’re amazing!"
Then she gave a thumbs up, "If you become successful in your future ventures, I’ve got six words for you: If you get rich, don’t forget me!"
Kenneth Osborne looked a bit reserved, but his lips curved into a subtle smile, replying casually, "So why are you feeling pressured? Actually, I’m mostly doing this for myself."
"True, true," Lawrence nodded eagerly, like a pecking chick, let out a small sigh, and flopped down on the spot where Kenneth had just asked her to sit, saying, "I just got back to school and ran over here, only now do I feel my legs are weak."
"Scared? So little courage," Kenneth laughed softly, got up to rummage through the small cabinet where he and Joyce Shaw kept things, and found only a box of kiwis.
Joyce bought them a while ago, but they were too sour, so "Crazy Girl" didn’t like them and brought them to the dorm.
After a few days, they turned into soft and sweet kiwis.
Kenneth used a fruit knife to cut the kiwi in half, then scooped out the sweet center with a spoon, putting it in a small bowl for Lawrence to eat.
Lawrence laughed and said, "I’ve already had dinner and fruit, how can I possibly eat more?"
Yet she already picked up the spoon and started feeding herself without hesitation.
Kenneth sliced up three kiwis before he put down the fruit knife to wash his hands and sat back next to Lawrence, watching her eat the kiwi.
Since childhood, she focused intently when eating, truly savoring the deliciousness of food, making one have an appetite just watching her.
Kenneth subtly leaned in closer, "These kiwis were bought by Joyce, said to be very sour. Aren’t you afraid of sour?"
Lawrence initially wanted to say they weren’t sour, but her eyes rolled slyly, and she thought up a mischievous idea, her little face crinkling up, "Sour! So sour it’ll make your teeth fall out!"
"Really? I don’t believe you," Kenneth watched her act, unknowingly feeling better.
"If you don’t believe me, try it yourself..." Lawrence smiled mischievously, scooping up a spoonful of kiwi and offering it to Kenneth’s mouth.
Kenneth opened his mouth, taking the spoonful of kiwi.
He slowly savored it, the sweet taste of the fruit filling his entire mouth, reminiscent of the fresh and subtly sweet fragrance she always carried.
"Hahaha... Gotcha?! — Actually, it’s really sweet! I know you don’t like sweet things!" Lawrence smugly arched her eyebrow at him, retracting the spoon, and took a big bite of the kiwi herself, relishing the sweetness even more.
Who fooled who is still uncertain.
Lawrence finished the whole bowl of kiwi, licking the spoon contentedly.
Kenneth asked her, "Want some more? I can cut a few more for you." For more chapters visıt 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥
"No, no, no. If I eat any more, Joyce will find out her kiwis have mysteriously disappeared..." Lawrence shook her head with a smile and volunteered to wash the small bowl and spoon clean, putting them back in their little cupboard.
Kenneth turned around and handed her a bottle of purified water, placing it on the table.
After sweet snacks, you feel sticky, a drink of water is just right.
Lawrence sat back down, immediately opened the bottle of purified water, took a sip, and then asked Kenneth, "So what about you? Didn’t you say you weren’t starting a business and would first work for a company?"
Kenneth didn’t mind, shrugging, "It’ll just be a bit busier at the beginning. I plan to enroll in an MBA program for working professionals, learning while working."
"Impressive, impressive!" Lawrence gave him a thumbs up again, "My Kenneth is a true elite! I hope your company grows big and strong, maybe even take on Spencer Group, and see if that snobby Third Aunt will still dare to look down on us ordinary folks!"
Kenneth leaned forward, casually placed one arm on the back of Lawrence’s chair, and with a smile said, "You have that much faith in me? Do you know what Spencer Group’s market value is right now?"
Lawrence candidly shook her head, "No idea, don’t care either."
"Hmm, it’s at least several billion. For me to take them down, with my current zero dollars, is practically impossible by probability."
"Kenneth, don’t be such a killjoy," Lawrence elongated her words, "Can’t people daydream a little? — If humans have no dreams, what’s the difference from salted fish?"