Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 228 - : Don ‘t you have anything to say to me?

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Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Don ‘t you have anything to say to me?

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“Why don’t you buy both then?”

Baron Lawrence glanced at her with raised eyebrows.

True.

If only one was purchased, and the men’s style remained here, it might be bought by another man. Then, Enna would have to wear a couple’s ring with a different man.

As soon as he thought of Enna possibly wearing a couple’s ring with another man, he changed his mind, grunting in agreement with the boss lady.

The boss lady happily collected the money.

At this time, Enna returned with the Pineapple Rice in hand.

As soon as she entered, she shouted, “Baron Lawrence, I got the Pineapple Rice you wanted.”

He quickly threw the men’s ring into his bag, looked up, and cast his gaze towards the blushing little woman. The corner of his mouth hooked up and he gestured her closer, “Come here.”

Enna walked over, confused, her cheeks flushed. “Here’s the Pineapple Rice. Eat it while it’s hot. I ran to buy it, so it’s still hot.”

“Put the food on the counter first and then hold out your hand. I have something to give you.”

“What is it?” Enna was very puzzled but put the Pineapple Rice on the counter nearby as instructed, and held out her hand. “What is it, being so mysterious?”

“Left hand.

“…Oh.” Enna switched to her left hand, her head tilted with curiosity.

The cold man grabbed her hand, bowed his head, and Enna couldn’t see what he was doing. All she felt was an icy sensation on her ring finger.

After a moment, Baron Lawrence released her hand, and Enna discovered an additional ring on her finger.

The silver ring shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, looking incredibly beautiful.

While she was still stunned, the elegant man grabbed her small hand in his, and their two similar silver rings seemed to be a perfectly made pair, shining brightly.

“You gave me a ring in Pacifica; now, I’m giving you one too. Enna, don’t ever take it off.”

Surprisingly, he didn’t demand this in a domineering manner.

Instead, he gently asked not to take it off.

This feeling was like a lion yawning in front of you, which was somehow chilling.

Baron Lawrence waited a while, but she still seemed to be unresponsive, showing no gratitude or joy. Instantly, his chest tightened, and he found it hard to breathe.

Did this woman have any emotional intelligence at all!

Her boyfriend was giving her a present, a ring no less. Shouldn’t she react more happily?

What did her cautious and puzzled expression mean?

He was giving her a ring, not handcuffs. It couldn’t possibly eat her, could it?!

“Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?” His tone suddenly hardened.

Want to say? Enna came back to her senses and saw his slightly displeased expression. Startled, she reflexively blurted out, “I know! I definitely won’t take it off.”

…l” That wasn’t what he wanted to hear!

He was giving her a gift, and why was her response like she had received a bomb, executing her orders with a small reaction!

Baron Lawrence’s face turned livid from giving a simple gift, and he grabbed the women’s couples’ outfit from the counter, shoving it roughly into Enna’s arms. With a menacing tone, he ordered, “Go and change into this!”

Enna, caught off guard and not quite understanding why he was unhappy again, looked down and asked, “What’s this…?”

On closer inspection, wasn’t it the couple’s outfit that the boss lady had introduced earlier?

She suddenly understood and looked up. “So, you bought this?”

Having seen many young couples bicker before, the boss lady sensed the slightly awkwvard atmosphere between the two. Quickly, she intervened with a smile, trying to smooth things over. “That’s right, Handsome Guy wanted to give Beautiful Woman a surprise and bought these clothes. Beautiful Woman, why don’t you try them on in the fitting room? I think they would look great on you..”

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