Chapter 615: Who is the person he loves, and who is the person he wants!
His tone changed, becoming gentle, his hawk-like eyes locked onto her face, his lips brushed against hers. “Enna, I want to have your tomato and egg noodles tonight.”
Enna was still imrsed in his previous comnt when he suddenly switched topics, causing her to freeze for a mont.
“Uh, sure, I’ll make it for you in a bit.”
“Not now, tonight. I have sothing to take care of and will be leaving shortly.” Baron Lawrence kissed her forehead. “While I’m gone, stay in the hotel room and prepare the tomato and egg noodles for . You’re not allowed to go anywhere! Be sure to listen to , don’t go anywhere!”
“Baron Lawrence…”
Baron Lawrence looked at her, his eyes firm and glossy. Enna couldn’t understand what he ant, but she instinctively nodded. “Okay, I’ll wait for you to co back for dinner.”
Baron Lawrence’s deep-red lips curled slightly, leaving another, more passionate kiss on her forehead before releasing her.
As he turned to leave, his handso features returned to their usual cold expression, and he left the room without looking back.
Enna watched his retreating figure with a confused, murky feeling in her heart.
This feeling made her feel reassured but also worried.
That glossy, unwavering look in Baron Lawrence’s eyes just now was sothing she’d never seen before!
…
Outside the Hilton Hotel.
Baron Lawrence took out his phone, opened the car door for Lincoln, and asked, “Where are you?”
He bent down, pulled the driver out of the car, sat down himself, closed the door, and said with a cold look in his eyes, “I’ll be there soon.”
20 minutes later.
Lincoln’s car screeched to a halt in front of a European-style mansion.
He opened the car door, exuding an aura that warned strangers to stay away, and strode into the house—
The mansion was decorated in traditional European-style redwood, luxurious and grand. Old Master Lawrence, holding a red sandalwood cane, was admiring a rare Sword-Leaf Cymbidium.
When Baron Lawrence entered, the old man didn’t lift his head. He grabbed a delicate spray bottle from the side and gently misted the orchid leaves. The crystal-clear droplets scattered on the leaves like pearls, exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
“You’re here?”
Two simple words, but they exerted a suffocating pressure.
The old man handed the spray bottle to the housekeeper standing next to him and wiped his hands with a handkerchief before finally looking at Baron Lawrence, his eyebrows not moving an inch. “What’s the matter?”
“I won’t get engaged to Emily Goldsmith.”
Old Master Lawrence raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
“The only woman I’ve chosen is Enna Clark! I don’t want anyone else besides her!”
He didn’t want to see that woman’s pained expression any longer. So things needed to be made clear with the old man!
He didn’t need Enna to change anything for him; she had already done enough! If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be pregnant and facing life-threatening risks due to their family’s genetic disease. It wasn’t his place for his old man to nitpick Enna like an object. Although Enna never spoke about it, he knew that beneath her gentle appearance was a sensitive and proud heart. Being picked apart and judged by the old man was a humiliation to her!
He wanted her to be happy, not to suffer judgnt and difficulties!
He needed to make it absolutely clear to the old man who he loved and who he desired!
“The engagent date has already been set for next month.” Old Master Lawrence seemingly didn’t hear what he had just said. He toyed with a sword-leaf cymbidium and issued his orders.
Baron Lawrence’s eyes flared with anger, his face tense as he clenched his fists and emphasized, “You didn’t hear clearly, so I’ll say it again: I won’t marry any woman other than Enna Clark!”
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