Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 231 - : 231: I’m Getting Married

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Chapter 231 - 231: 231: I’m Getting Married

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Phew- He finally went out!

Enna Clark immediately closed the fitting room door. This time she was smart enough to not only close it but also lock it from inside to prevent Baron Lawrence from barging in again.

After making sure the door was securely locked and couldn’t be opened, she quickly changed her clothes, opened the door, and walked out.

“Beautiful woman, I told you that you both would look great in this couple outfit. Handsome guy and beautiful woman, they’re perfect together!” The boss lady praised her sweetly while helping her pack her old clothes.

Enna was embarrassed by the compliment and looked around, not seeing

Baron Lawrence. She curiously asked, “Boss, where’s my boyfriend?”

“Handsome guy?” The boss lady pointed outside and said, “He got a phone call and just went out.”

“Oh.”

“Here, these are your clothes.” The boss lady handed them over to her.

Enna took them, thanked her, and walked in the direction the boss lady pointed.

As expected, she saw the man making a phone call outside.

He seemed to have encountered something unpleasant, frowning deeply.

Enna stood several meters away, paying no attention to him. In a short while, Baron Lawrence hung up the phone, and with a sulky face, walked over to her.

“Let’s go, get in the car.”

“Okay.”

Enna followed behind him.

Baron Lawrence opened the car door, put her belongings in, walked around to the other side, and got in. He stepped on the gas, and the car drove away…

Outside the car window, the scenery on both sides rushed past.

Baron Lawrence’s face was cold, and it was hard for him to hide his irritation. He was the first to break the silence, “Enna, I may not be able to accompany you this afternoon.”

She had already guessed it when he received the call.

She didn’t think much of it and obediently nodded, ‘You go ahead and do your thing. I’ll go back to the company this afternoon.”

“I have already asked for leave from your department. You don’t need to go to the company this afternoon. Go home and rest first.” A shadow flashed across Baron Lawrence’s eyes and disappeared in the blink of an eye,

Soon.

The car stopped at the neighborhood entrance.

Enna unbuckled her seatbelt and picked up her bag, “I’ll go first then.”

“Wait.”

She stopped, not knowing why.

The next second, her lips were attacked. After a stormy kiss, Baron Lawrence finally let her go. The cold aura surrounding him subsided a bit, and he hooked his thin lips, “Wait for me to come back.”

“Uh… Okay.” Enna’s cheeks flushed red, and she jumped out of the car like a rabbit, afraid that he would kiss her again.

Luckily, Baron Lawrence really had something to do and couldn’t bear to part with her. He turned the car around, the Ferrari roared, and drove away…

Enna watched the car drive away, then turned and walked towards the neighborhood’s residential building.

As soon as she reached the entrance of the building, she stopped in her tracks.

Under the building, a Buick was parked quietly in the shade of the trees. The morose, handsome man didn’t know how long he had been waiting there, as if he wanted to blend in with the scenery.

William Sullivan?

Why was he here?

At the same time Enna saw William, he saw her too. The sadness in his starry eyes dispersed like a tide, leaving only brilliance and joy. He tenderly called her, “Enna.”

Since leaving Linton City, Enna hadn’t seen him. She adjusted her mood and walked over, “Mr. Sullivan.”

The joy of seeing her shattered with Enna’s address as ‘Mr. Sullivan’.

The smile at the corner of his mouth froze, and his starry eyes were once again drowned in darkness, revealing a trace of bitterness, “Enna, do you have to be so cruel to me?”

Before Enna could answer, he suddenly said, “I’m getting married.”

He paused, clenched his fist, and continued with difficulty, “To Jasmine Clark..”

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