Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Fireflies Fluttering Across the Sky

Enna Clark knew well that Baron Lawrence had been eavesdropping on her conversation from the staircase and then went upstairs.

After using the fireflies to teach Bobby a lesson, she took him out to look for fireflies, to cheer him up from the potentially depressing scolding.

Scott Harris would definitely accompany them when they went out in the evening.

A few other servants also followed, holding flashlights, and walking toward the creek.

Although it was June in summer, the mountains were still quite cold at night, and a gust of wind gave Enna goosebumps.

Suddenly, a coat was draped over her shoulders. She turned to see Scott Harris retreating with respect.

Enna smiled and thanked him, “Mr. Harris, thank you.”

Miss Clark, you don’t have to thank me. It was Lord Lawrence who instructed me to bring this coat for you.” Scott Harris wasn’t finding an opportunity to speak on Baron Lawrence’s behalf, but it was indeed Baron Lawrence who had instructed him to bring the coat.

Enna hesitated for a moment and then slowly lowered her gaze.

Baron Lawrence…

Ever since she’d fainted that morning, she hadn’t seen him. He didn’t even come down for dinner that night. Had he figured something out, and that’s why he forced her to answer whether she didn’t want to do it or didn’t want him?

At this moment, Tobias found fireflies in the bushes with the company of several servants and excitedly shouted, “Mom, here, here! I found fireflies! Hurry up, come!”

Enna cast aside her complicated emotions, took a deep breath, and walked toward him. As she walked, she asked with a smile, “Where?”

“Here, right here. Ah, mom, hurry up, it’s going to fly away.” He jumped around anxiously.

When Enna arrived, there was nothing but a dark bush. “Where’s the firefly?”

Bobby became extremely upset, pouting and grumbling, “I told you to hurry up. It’s all your fault for being too slow. The firefly flew away.”

Young Master, there are many fireflies by the creek. You can use this to lure them out.” Scott Harris somehow found a tree branch and began to sweep the bushes.

Soon, twinkling fireflies flew out of the bushes, lighting up the dark foliage. It was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Even the chirping Bobby quieted down, looking up at the dancing “little stars” and holding Enna’s hand tightly. He whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the fireflies, “Mom, you were right. Fireflies should fly like this, not be trapped in jars.”

Because it was too beautiful.

Only a few could be captured, which was nothing compared to the breathtaking sight of thousands of fireflies dancing in the air.

Enna thought he had genuinely understood that love isn’t possession, unaware that he was already scheming to mass-produce fireflies when he grew up. He wouldn’t sell them in jars. Instead, he would buy a scenic area, release artificially bred fireflies, and sell tickets and merchandise. If the business went well, he could even build hotels and restaurants. He would make far more money than selling fireflies individually.

It wouldn’t kill the fireflies, and they wouldn’t have to be separated from their mothers. His mom wouldn’t nag him either.

Bobby had never seen so many fireflies before. He played by the creek until eleven o’clock and still didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t until Enna forcibly carried him back to the villa that his protest became useless, and he finally took a bath and went to bed. But he took advantage of the situation and asked Enna to sleep with him that night…