Just then, the waiter brought over the orange juice, "Hello, here's your orange juice."
The waiter bent down and placed two glasses of orange juice in front of them.
Enna Clark helped Bobby put a straw in his glass before saying, "You're overthinking. I'm not having an affair. I don't have any thoughts about it now, and I won't in the future. So don't worry about these nonsense things all day. Watch fewer melodramatic soap operas."
As she said this, she remembered, "By the way, did you ask Mr. Harris to download two more TV series for you again?"
Bobby, "..."
"Delete them."
"I don't want to!"
"Want to or not, you have to. If I let you watch more of that messy stuff, who knows what you'll fill your head with."
Enna Clark was particularly firm on this point.
"No matter what you say, there's no room for negotiation on this. At most, I'll compensate you with a cake."
"Devil!" Bobby pouted unhappily, looking as unwilling as ever.
