Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Blocking His Way Once Again

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Both men panicked, but the enraged Baron Lawrence had already charged over, taking down one of them with a punch.

The other more ferocious strongman finally reacted, raising his fist and charging toward him.

Baron Lawrence, having been red-eyed for a day and a night, wouldn’t take him seriously. He threw a punch, at the same time aiming his elbow at the man’s spine.

The strongman was no easy target, after all, as a gangster he had a more formidable fighting ability than Wyndham Howell. He took a punch but didn’t forget to strike back, only to be kicked in the abdomen by Baron Lawrence and sent flying.

Just as he was about to turn around and find Enna Clark, he suddenly heard a familiar voice shouting to warn him.

Then, he felt a soft body violently fling onto his back—the warmth of her body shielding his back—

They only heard a muffled sound, the person behind him groaned, and some scalding liquid left a burning sensation on his shoulder.

He suddenly turned around.

Seeing Enna Clark’s pale face and blood oozing from her colorless lips, it seemed she couldn’t bear the pain and finally coughed. Sliding off his back, she collapsed onto the ground in a kneeling position, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Behind her, Jasmine Clark’s trembling arm held a broken wooden chair, her demeanor now maniacal, screaming, “Go die!” Baron Lawrence’s eyes were filled with rage!

He roared, “Enna Clark!”

The next second, he delivered a whirlwind-like kick to the murderous Jasmine Clark, then picked up Enna, “Are you an idiot? Who told you to block the chair for me!”

Didn’t she dislike him?

Wasn’t she only reluctantly with him because of Bobby?

Why did she help him block the chair thrown by Jasmine Clark?

Did she know, did she really know that by doing this, it would only make it harder for him to let her go?

Th𝖎𝑠 𝗰h𝒶p𝑡єr 𝙞𝕤 p𝗼𝗌†ꬲ𝘥 b𝓎 Ⱪ𝘪𝗍𝗲𝓃𝖔νᥱḷ

Enna Clark!

This damn woman!

Why did she have to torture him like this? Why did she have play with his heart again and again, making him feel like he was trapped between heaven and hell?

What did she want from him?

Is it just one heart?

He doesn’t want it anymore! He’ll give it all to her!

Enna Clark felt her entire body seared with pain, her vision now blurry.

Powerlessly, she stretched out her hand, seemingly wanting to touch his face. Her once bright eyes were now like dull, lusterless pearls.

She coughed, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

At this very moment, she struggled to lift the corners of her mouth, weakly saying, “I… am fine. Don’t worry.”

Barely able to speak, yet still claiming to be fine! To her, what is considered fine? Does she have to be dying to think it’s serious? This woman is an idiot! A fool!

How could he fall for such a foolish woman!

Baron Lawrence’s fingertips trembled, overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of terror. For the first time, he experienced real fear. Holding Enna Clark, he ran, unable to care about anytnmg else, growling savagely, “Snut up, snut up. From now on, you’re not allowed to talk.”

“…I’m fine.” Enna Clark spat out another mouthful of blood, her abdomen aching.

Damn it, it hurts so much… Jasmine must have gone mad…

Her originally pale face had turned completely white. In the throes of severe pain, a layer of sweat beads covered her fair forehead.

Enna Clark suddenly felt incredibly exhausted.

She had never felt so tired before. Fearing Baron Lawrence might worry, she mustered her last bit of strength, weakly saying, “Baron… Lawrence, I’m so tired… let me sleep for a while… don’t… worry….”