Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

For seven consecutive days, Baron Lawrence took care of her personally.

Finally, on the eighth day, he went out.

The oppressive feeling that had been omnipresent in the hospital room disappeared, and Enna Clark picked up a book beside her, trying to distract her mind by reading.

Then she heard the sound of a door handle turning.

She thought Baron Lawrence had returned, so she put down her book. Instead, she saw Olivia Lewis, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time, coming in through the door.

Upon seeing Olivia, her eyes began to water and she lunged forward.

“Enna Clark, you fucker—you scared me to death! Are you a pig? Huh? You even went to block a beer bottle for a man! Why didn’t you block a knife instead? Did your brain get squashed by a door? Did you think about the consequences before you did it? What if something happened to you, what would little Bobby and I do?!”

While speaking, Olivia jabbed Enna’s head hard with her finger.

All Enna could do was laugh apologetically. “I’m fine, aren’t I? Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad. What do I have to be mad about? I’m not your mom or your man.” Although she said she wasn’t mad, her furious tone betrayed her.

Feeling guilty, Enna didn’t protest. She shifted the conversation without a trace. “Oh, by the way, Olivia, how did you get in? It seems like Baron Lawrence placed bodyguards outside to keep visitors away.”

Olivia may have a sharp tongue, but she was sincerely concerned for Enna. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have spent the last few days wandering outside the hospital’s VIP area. Although she knew Enna was deliberately changing the subject, she glared at her but then let her go, saying, “I met someone outside who brought me in.”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know—some pretty boy, anyway.” Olivia waved her hand dismissively, suddenly staring at Enna and sizing her up from head to toe.

She looked carefully, as if trying to find a flaw.

Enna felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny and couldn’t help but move, hesitating to ask, “Is there something on my face?”

“Sss—lt’s the face I know, without plastic surgery, without injections, without bone shaving.” Olivia muttered, then suddenly uncovered Enna’s quilt and quickly groped her chest like a pervert. “Ah, still so flat, it seems you didn’t get breast implants either.”

What the hell was all that about?

After looking at Enna from all angles, Olivia couldn’t help but ask, “Enna, with no tits and no ass, how did you hook up with the top highly eligible bachelor, General Lawrence and Baron Lawrence? Could it be that Young Master Baron has had enough of big-breasted, long-legged beauties and wanted to try out ironing board?”

“Pfft!” Enna choked on her breath, protesting unhappily, “My breasts may be small, but they’re not that flat.”

She had B cups, for crying out loud!

At most, they could be considered small but were still different from an ironing board!

Olivia puffed up her chest displaying her 36D figure, silently despising Enna, and continued her enthusiastic questioning, “Seriously, what’s going on between you and Young Master Baron? Do you know that I was so shocked when I saw Young Master Baron carrying you out that my jaw almost dropped? And Jasmine Clark, you should have seen her face back then, it was absolutely priceless!”

Speaking of Jasmine, Enna felt a pang in her heart.

She hadn’t forgotten what the two men in the private room had said while holding her.

A girl introduced by Jasmine…

Could that day’s incident have something to do with Jasmine?

Enna clenched her fist in restraint. If it really had something to do with Jasmine, she would never let her go!

Olivia didn’t know what happened in the private room, and she thought Enna was daydreaming, so she gently pushed her, “What are you spacing out for?

Tell me..”