Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Stop Him and Don’t Let Him Go

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How could Enna Clark let him leave? Intuition told her that there was some misunderstanding between them. If she let Baron Lawrence go this time, she wouldn’t see him for a long time at least.

She quickly moved to stand in front of him, spreading her arms, blocking his way, “Let’s talk, but not about Wyndham Howell.”

“Get out of the way!” Even if not talking about Wyndham Howell, he didn’t want to talk about anything right now!

Enna gritted her teeth, blocking his way, her eyes pleading, and softly begged, “Baron Lawrence, give me ten minutes, no, even five minutes will do. Let’s talk, please.”

Shit! Did this woman know she had beautiful eyes, so she deliberately made this expression, making it hard for him to refuse!

His forehead vein twitched, his lips pressed into a straight line, and although his face was ugly, he couldn’t forcefully push her away.

Enna’s heart was in her throat, she knew she was acting like a ruffian, desperately pestering him into a conversation.

But she had no choice, she could only gamble that Baron would be unable to resist her.

The two stared at each other for a few minutes, neither giving in.

The cold man took the initiative to walk back, not even glancing at her, and spat out a word, “Speak!”

“Huh~” Enna suddenly let out a sigh of relief; it seemed that she had won her gamble. She followed behind him, thinking about what to say. After some thought, she decided not to beat around the bush and go straight to the point. “Baron Lawrence, do you think I don’t like you?”

It took her a long time to think of this reason. That day they had quarreled over Wyndham Howell; she thought he was too domineering. Meanwhile, did he see her walking out of school with Wyndham Howell and misunderstand that she didn’t like him and liked someone else?

So that’s why he suddenly went hard on Wyndham Howell?

With Baron Lawrence’s character, it was highly possible.

Enna Clark took a deep breath and was about to speak when the man in front of her suddenly turned around, his face livid, and growled through clenched teeth, “You dare not to like me!”

“I…”

“Shut up!” Baron Lawrence panted, suppressing his out-of-control emotions, and gritted out word by word through his teeth, “If you don’t want me to hurt you again, leave now!”

The atmosphere in the small kitchen dropped to freezing point.

Th𝑖𝙨 𝘤hɒp𝓉℮r 𝚒𝖘 pɵ𝘴𝐭𝕖𝒅 bყ 𝓀𝕀𝘵𝕖ṉ𝗼ⱴ𝓮𝓁

Just standing there, Enna could feel the immense pressure. She shook her head, resolutely saying, “I won’t leave.”

“Do you think I don’t like you?”

Baron Lawrence’s hawkish eyes rolled up a storm, like a blizzard in Siberia!

Had this woman gone mad?

How dare she question him!

Enna Clark dared, and she asked once again, “Baron Lawrence, do you think I don’t like you?”

Her chest felt like it was mercilessly ripped open, he narrowed his eyes into slits, and countered, “Enna Clark, do you think you like me?”

“I do like you.” There was no hesitation! Admittedly forthright and confident!

Even if Baron Lawrence thought she was lying, he felt much better with her answer. His face softened slightly, and he wasn’t as frightening as before, “How can you prove it?”

“What do you mean, how can I prove it?”

“You said you like me. How can you prove it?”

Enna Clark was a little confused. How could she prove this? She couldn’t possibly take her heart out for him to see, right? Even if she could, it wouldn’t show who she liked or didn’t like. She pondered for a moment, then looked up into his eyes, “…What kind of proof do you need to believe me?”