Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Enna Clark patiently guided him and added a bargaining chip, “But what if the one you catch is their mother? If their mother is taken away and she dies, those little fireflies will be so sad…”

“I won’t catch any!” Bobby cried out immediately.

“Don’t you like them?” Enna wasn’t just talking about fireflies but was also shaping his values, “Darling, we’re going to like many things and many people in our lives. We’re allowed to like, but we can’t think only about what we like, disregarding other people’s wishes, not considering others. Taking for oneself just because one likes something… that’s what bad people do, ok?”

Tobias seemed to understand, “But I would be nice to them.”

“That’s what you think is good, like the fireflies, you may put them in the most beautiful bottle, but they would still die. For them, they never wanted a bottle, what they wanted was the freedom to play around.” Enna used the example of the fireflies just now,” If you like them and catch them, you’ve already deprived them of their greatest joy.”

Enna was only using fireflies to shape Bobby’s worldview and didn’t mean anything deeper by it.

However, to others, her words held insinuations.

Scott Harris kept glancing at the man standing at the stairwell, very anxious. He wanted to say something to warn Ms. Clark, but he was afraid that Lord might get upset.

All he could do was watch as Enna gently reasoned with Bobby, while Lord’s expression at the stairwell got progressively worse—

“Woman, I understand now, I won’t catch fireflies anymore.” Tobias inherited a part of Baron Lawrence’s domineering nature, but also a part of Enna’s persuasiveness, so as long as the reasoning made sense to him, he would comply. Of course, if it doesn’t make sense, that’s another story.

He looked up with his baby-like voice, very obedient. Enna kissed his cheek again, praising him, “Whose child is this? He’s so understanding.”

“Obviously, it’s yours!” As soon as he was praised, he was over the moon. This characteristic he definitely inherited from someone!

The two of them conversed back-and-forth, their interaction harmonious and sweet.

A man stood at the stairwell, his hand gripping the railing so tight that his knuckles turned white. Baron Lawrence’s thin lips were drawn into a tight line and he turned to go back upstairs.

Whether they were fireflies or Enna Clark, he wouldn’t let go!

He was the bad guy, and in his book, to like meant to possess!

He had been taught since little to snatch, rather than empathize. She could dislike and disagree with his actions, but he just wouldn’t let go.

If she was a firefly trapped in a glass bottle and could only live for one night, he would accompany her for that night. Even if the rising sun the next morning meant her death, he would die with her, just to enjoy that night’s happiness.

Watching his lonely retreating figure, Scott was sweating bullets.

What had happened between Lord and Ms. Clark now?

They had just taken family pictures, how did this happen in the blink of an eye?

What exactly happened?

This afternoon was the same, Lord came down from the second floor radiating coldness, his face pale. It had been a while since Scott last saw Lord like this, ever since Ms. Clark came along. It was as if a man who had been walking in sunlight suddenly returned to shadow…