Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Police station.

Enna Clark was held in a separate small room for detainees, the young female officer impatiently urging her away.

“Ms. Clark, hurry up and call your family to bail you out. I have other work to do and don’t have time to spoil you.”

Enna Clark was sitting uneasily, handcuffed, in the chair.

The woman had connections higher up, and as soon as they arrived at the police station, they labelled her with a charge of assault without any clarification. If no one bailed her out, she would be detained for five days.

Normally, it would be easy to find someone to bail her out, but according to the regulations, the person who bails out must be a direct relative.

Her direct relative…

Enna took out her cell phone and sent a text message to her manager. She waited for more than half an hour, but still received no reply. Unable to find a solution, she remembered the number Olivia gave her and nervously sent a text to the unfamiliar number.

I’m in a bit of trouble, could you come to the police station and bail me out?

I will repay you the bail money.

The message was successfully sent in less than a second.

However, Enna felt unsure.

Technically, they were legally married, but one was for the money, the other was to get a household registration for the child, so in essence, they were strangers to each other. He was merely disguising himself as her “husband”; they had never even met face to face.

Enna knew how abrupt her message must have seemed and feared becoming completely ignored.

She waited anxiously for twenty minutes.

The tightly closed door suddenly opened.

The previously brash deputy director led a young man inside, nodding and bowing, with utmost respect.

“Young Master Sinclair, here she is.”

Enna’s handcuffs were unshackled, and only after the female officer had left did she get a clear look at who had come. She was taken aback and blurted out, “It’s you!”

The refined and elegant man wasn’t wearing a lab coat this time, his baby-faced features were even more noticeable. It was the same man from Baron Lawrence’s house!

Enna’s mind was in turmoil, a mixture of shock, astonishment, and a faint unease made her restless.

She sent a message to her secret husband and wondered why Baron Lawrence’s friend had come?

Adam Sinclair’s connections seemed to be harder than the rich woman Alton had found, Enna watched as he didn’t even have to sign the bail order and directly led her out. The leaders of the police station courteously sent them off, saying along the way that the whole thing had been a misunderstanding.

Upon leaving the police station,

Adam Sinclair adjusted his glasses, smiling warmly and said, ‘Miss Clark, my car is just ahead, I hope you won’t mind riding back with me.”

“Oh, okay.”

Enna had a ton of questions she wanted to ask him but didn’t know how to start. As she was wrestling with the idea, Adam averted his fox-like eyes and took the initiative to ask.

“Miss Clark, a friend asked me to help bail you out from the police station. I’m curious, what’s your relationship with him?” “You mean, you came on behalf of your friend?”

Enna’s uneasiness began to deepen.

Adam Sinclair saw her reaction and continued, “Yes, my friend is abroad and it’s inconvenient for him to pick you up, so he asked me to help. But I’m a bit curious, how do you know my friend, who is always abroad?”

Phew

Her secret husband was still abroad… Enna let out a sigh of relief.

She was so scared.

She thought Adam Sinclair’s friend was Baron Lawrence.

Relaxed, she mumbled vaguely, evaded the question, and walked with Adam toward his car. Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, “So, does your friend have a girlfriend?”

He should not.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to this secret marriage.

Adam Sinclair turned around and gave her a puzzled look. “Why do you ask?”

He then added, “As far as I know, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s a bit, how should I put it, should I say strange or different? Anyway, he cannot be with other women. If he was, he would be very uncomfortable. Moreover, he despises women and cannot have normal marriages.”

At first, Enna didn’t catch the implication. They were already by the car when she finally understood the meaning behind Adam Sinclair’s words – Could her secret husband possibly be homosexual?

Just then, the car window suddenly rolled down, and a handsome face wearing sunglasses emerged. The voice expressed extreme exasperation, “What took you so long, were you body collecting! Adam, do you think I’m your chauffeur?” “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing here!” Enna exclaimed in surprise.

Adam Sinclair shrugged nonchalantly as he opened the car door and said to Enna, “Ah, sorry, I was just with General Lawrence, so he came along too.” After saying this, he glanced meaningfully at the raging man in the car.

Upon seeing the stunned expression on Enna’s face, Baron Lawrence’s face darkened further and he gave off an intense chill, “Do I need to report to you about my whereabouts?”

What was she looking like, was she unhappy to see him? He clenched his fists, struggling to control his emotions.

“Get in the car!”

Enna Clark found herself in a dilemma, torn between leaving and staying. After weighing the situation, she decided to get into the car.

Adam Sinclair prepared to follow suit.

Unexpectedly, the person in the driver’s seat forcibly opened the door, issuing an order without allowing any objections, “You drive.”

“…” Adam, who had already put a leg in, had no choice but to get out again and move to the driver’s seat.

Baron Lawrence opened the rear door, wearing a sour face as if he were owed 15 thousand and gave Enna a ferocious command, “Move inside.”

Hiss—

Did he intend to sit with her? Was this some kind of joke?

Like a rigid stone, Enna stiffened and shifted further inside, almost pressed against the car window.

The indifferent man hated seeing her making any attempt to avoid him. It immediately worsened his mood. Deliberately antagonizing her, he stretched out a hand, pulling her to his side.

Wat.

Enna, her waist was wrapped in his arms, and her hand held in his. Her body grew rigid like a stone.

The next moment.

A buzz filled her head, her face flushing bright red.

He, he, he, he dared to guide her hand to that particular place in the car!

Enna’s fingertips trembled, and she tried to retract her hand like a lightning bolt.

However, it seemed like he saw it coming, firmly holding onto her wrist. Enna’s struggle seemed to be taken as intentional friction.

“Hmm-”

The man’s eyes, hazy like a peach blossom, lit up, letting out a deep, sexy hum.

Although his voice wasn’t loud, Enna was as startled as by a thunderclap as she looked helplessly to the front seat where Adam was, fearing that he might discover the secret play happening at the back of his seat.

Has this man gone mad?

“Enna, are you satisfied with what you felt?” Baron Lawrence asked, staring deeply at her with a gaze filled with irresistible desire, pride, and confidence.

He admitted he couldn’t play the silent treatment game with her. Giving her the cold shoulder would only upset him. He had never been one to sacrifice himself. Since the cold war made him unhappy, he was willing to compromise. Good men don’t fight with women, there was nothing to be particular about with a woman.

Bewildered, Enna asked, “Satisfied with what?”

What about her was honest?

From start to finish, it was him who held her hand, forcing her to move!

If they weren’t in the car, Enna would have left him a punch or two, gripped his shoulder, and yelled at him, telling him to recognize that they were in a car, and Adam was driving in the front seat. His thuggish behaviour was in no way acceptable or something to be proud of!

“Enna, I’ve thought it through. I don’t want to play this cat-and-mouse game with you anymore. Whatever you want – money, status, or anything else – just say it directly,” he said abruptly.

Money, status, and others…

Enna held her temper and explained, “Young Master Baron, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not playing any games. I sincerely regret my past mistakes and don’t want to bother you anymore.”

Baron Lawrence’s face grew stern, his features becoming more pronounced as he stared at her unblinkingly.

“As I said, I don’t want to play cat-and-mouse games anymore. If you have any demands, say it while I’m still interested in you,” he insisted.

“I genuinely have no intention of playing cat-and-mouse with you, I…”

Enna’s words were abruptly cut off by the man, his face stoic, “Enna, I’ve given you a chance, but you refuse to speak your mind. In that case, I will follow my own thoughts.”

What did he mean?

No sooner had he spoken than he looked towards the driver in front, addressing him in a stern voice.

“Block your ears!”

A teasing laughter sounded from Adam in the front, “Yes, yes, yes, General

Lawrence, Commander Lawrence.”

Realizing something wasn’t right, Enna struggled to free her hand, “What are you about to do?”

They were still in the car!

Baron Lawrence had no patience for her antics. He leaned down and captured her lips abruptly!

“Uhm…”

Startled, Enna tried to push him away but barely had her hand extended when he easily grabbed it, rendering her motionless.

Baron Lawrence’s lips, hot like a flame, touched her lips and teeth repeatedly before moving to her nose tip, forehead, chin, and gradually moving downwards…

Enna’s entire body trembled.

“Hmm… No… Don’t… Let’s talk…”

“We have nothing to talk about.” The man biting her neck lifted his head, his black eyes locked onto hers, as if there were flames burning in them, “From now on, I won’t ask you anymore, Enna. I was foolish to ask a pretentious woman like you what she wants. From now on, I will act according to my wishes. You just need to accommodate me..”