Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

…Is it finally over?

Enna Clark took one last look at him and left with a limp.

Baron Lawrence watched her figure disappear at the classroom door coldly, suddenly raging and punching the blackboard again.

The blackboard had already been dented from his previous punch, and it couldn’t withstand another one, clattering to the floor.

The bodyguards all lowered their heads, keeping silent, afraid of accidentally becoming cannon fodder.

Scott Harris had a headache, worried about both Enna and Baron Lawrence. He braced himself to approach the man who was exuding an unwelcoming aura, saying, “Lord, your hand…”

Baron Lawrence cut him off and turned to leave.

Scott Harris quickly caught up. Before he could advise him to treat the injured wound first, Baron Lawrence had already gotten into the Bugatti Veyron. The silver sports car sped away—

On the private plane flying to Yluria Coun try.

The luxurious cabin was filled with an incredibly oppressive atmosphere. Everyone hardly dared to breathe, trying to do things as quietly as possible, not wanting to provoke the person inside.

“Will the Lord not apply medicine?” Scott Harris walked out from behind the flight attendant and asked.

The beautiful flight attendant was startled but didn’t scream due to her excellent professionalism. She patted her chest, rapidly calming down, and respectfully replied, “No, Young Master Baron has not allowed us to approach him since he came in.”

It seems that Ms. Clark has truly hurt Lord’s heart this time. Otherwise, Lord would not have canceled the conference in Yluria Country and made the last-minute decision to fly abroad.

Scott Harris worriedly furrowed his brows, took a medicine box from the flight attendant, and walked over.

This plane was Baron Lawrence’s private jet, equipped with the most advanced equipment and luxurious decorations. At first glance, it looked like a hotel presidential suite – complete with sofas and a TV. At this moment, the man exuding an unwelcoming aura was drinking a bottle of vodka, gulping it down in large cups. Beside him, fragments were scattered all over the floor, showing the extent of the ‘battle’ that had just taken place here.

He carefully avoided the broken porcelain on the ground, placed the medicine box on the table, crouched down, took out iodine and cotton swabs, and said persuasively, “Lord, if you don’t treat your hand, it may become inflamed. Let me help you and treat it first, okay?”

The drinking man looked down at the fleshy and battered back of his left hand, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and took another big swig of alcohol. Damn it, why can’t his heart stop feeling uncomfortable even before leaving

Linton City! ?

It was just a woman, there were plenty of beautiful women with two legs, he could have any woman he wanted. Was it necessary to feel this miserable for a woman who thought she was all that?

But… he was feeling upset, incredibly stifled!

Baron Lawrence looked at the phone on his left, receiving not even a single text message. The more he looked, the more irritated he became. With a dark, handsome face, he grabbed the phone, and with a ‘bang,’ flung it away!

Scott Harris shuddered inwardly.

He heard the man above him ask in a deep and somber voice, “Tell me, what’s wrong with me?”

“There is nothing wrong with you, Lord.”

“Nothing?” Baron Lawrence scoffed, “If there’s nothing wrong with me, why doesn’t she like me!”

“Well…” he couldn’t explain matters of the heart. Scott Harris hesitated, “Ms.

Clark may just be throwing a tantrum, Lord, don’t take it to heart….”