Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Baron Lawrence’s eyes were already filled with rage, and seeing her trying to intervene only made him angrier. He didn’t think much and yanked Enna Clark aside, “Get out of my way!”

Enna was a woman; she couldn’t withstand his push and was directly shoved onto the road.

The asphalt road was uneven, and her knees scraped against the ground, causing a burning pain.

Wyndham Howell saw it clearly and got up worriedly, walking towards Enna.

Shit! He dares to go over there!

Baron Lawrence was furious, grabbed him, and his fist came down once more!

Enna was afraid that he would seriously injure someone. She ignored the pain in her Imee and got up. Pale-faced, she stood between them again.

“Enough, Baron Lawrence! ”

Enough, it’s really enough!

Baron Lawrence initially intended to push her aside and continue hitting.

His angry eyes suddenly saw the blood flowing down her knee, and the bloodshot color faded in an instant. He frowned and reached out to hold Enna, “What’s wrong with your leg?”

Enna abruptly avoided his reaching hand, stubbornly biting her lower lip and looking at him, “Have you hit him enough? If not, don’t hit him anymore. If you keep hitting, someone might die. If you haven’t vented enough, come at me.

My bones are tough, and I can withstand a few of your punches.”

Her resistance and anger were witnessed by Baron Lawrence, and the pain reached his heart. He clenched his fists and slowly withdrew his hand.

Enna was truly angry, angrier than she had ever been. With her eyes red and glaring at the frenzied man, she emphasized each word, “Is it over? If it’s over, I’m going to take him to the hospital.”

Baron Lawrence didn’t move.

Enna held her breath and flagged down a taxi. She bent down to help Wyndham Howell into the car.

She pushed Wyndham Howell in first, and just as she was about to get in, the car door was pulled by someone.

The handsome and noble man seemed to be suppressing something as he looked at her. His thin lips moved, “Enna Clark…”

Enna, both uncomfortable and angry, didn’t even glance at him. She forcefully closed the car door and told the taxi driver, “Master, City Hospital, Emergency

Department.”

The taxi sped off.

In the car.

Wyndham Howell spat out blood, full of regret as he said to her, “Enna, I’m sorry. I caused you to argue with Mr. Lawrence.”

Enna felt as if her entire body was drained of strength; she had no energy left. It felt like there was a hand tearing at her chest, and she exhaustedly leaned against the car door. She forced a smile, even more unsightly than crying, and said apologetically, “It’s me who should say sorry. Mr. Howell, I’m sorry that you got hurt. I will pay the full amount of medical expenses later. I hope you won’t call the police.”

She Imew that even if Wyndham Howell called the police, Baron Lawrence could use his connections to suppress the matter.

But it was still not a good look.

Wyndham Howell didn’t expect her to still be defending Baron Lawrence at this time. His gaze darkened and he softly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t call the police.”

Enna really had no energy to speak and didn’t want to talk anymore. She politely said, “Thank you.”

After saying this, she leaned against the car door and remained silent. It’s unknown what she was thinking.

The taxi drove onto the overpass and then down from it.

The taxi driver suddenly said, “Miss, there’s a car following us from behind. You should take a look; it might be your boyfriend’s car.”

There was a car following them?