Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

It was the first time Enna had such a direct experience of his busyness.

With so much work going on, he was still able to accurately understand the situation of each project, calmly giving orders.

Enna watched, amazed and speechless, while also becoming curious about the Lawrence family’s education.

What kind of family could raise such an outstanding working man?

He was busy all the way until three in the afternoon.

After he had finished and asked his secretary to clear his afternoon schedule, Baron Lawrence took her out of the company.

The driver was waiting outside.

As soon as they came out, the driver opened the door immediately, “Lord, Ms. Clark. Please get in.”

Baron Lawrence got in first, followed by Enna.

The driver closed the door for them, ran to the front, and asked, “Lord, where to?”

South Suburb Racecourse.”

Alright.”

The driver started the car, and the car went smoothly toward the South Suburb.

The South Suburb of Linton City is known for its wealthy area, where there is not only a racecourse, but also golf courses, high-end leisure clubs and more.

It was Enna’s first time visiting that area.

As their car arrived at the racecourse, the manager and several workers came out to greet them. He bowed to Baron Lawrence, “Young Master Lawrence, your horse and groom are prepared. Will you rest for a while or would you like the horse immediately?”

Baron Lawrence turned his head and glanced at Enna, as if seeking her opinion.

Enna thought for a moment and said, “Let’s rest for a while.” He was too tired to start exercising immediately.

Baron Lawrence thought she was the tired one, raised his eyebrows, lifted his chin slightly, and said to the manager, “First, take us to pick a horse for the lady, something gentle.”

The racecourse manager sneaked a glance at Enna and led them inside, “Alright, Young Master Lawrence and Miss, please follow me.”

“Let’s go.” Baron Lawrence naturally took her hand and led her inside.

Enna felt warmth in her heart and followed his pace.

When Baron Lawrence went to see the horses, the manager surely would not introduce any inferior ones.

He took them straight to the breeding grounds where the most expensive and pedigreed horses with the best bloodlines were housed, not in a smelly shed, but in a modern, massive building.

Inside the thousands of square feet of space, there were only about a dozen horses, each with their own spacious room.

Besides the ample sunlight, there was even music playing inside.

The melodious piano music tinkled, and it didn’t seem like a place for horses at all. These horses lived a more luxurious life than white-collar workers.

Only then did Enna understand the meaning of wealth.

Rich people could afford a hundred square feet of space for just one horse, with sunlight, air conditioning, and music, along with personal attendants.

“Young Master Lawrence, these are the best horses we have here, all top-tier with Pedigree Certificates. Among them, there are three mares that are relatively gentle and more suitable for ladies,” the manager introduced, “They are the three on the far left.”

Baron Lawrence glanced at the three horses mentioned and frowned, dissatisfied, “That’s all? These are just misfits?”

“…All the best ones are here.” The manager was troubled.

Baron Lawrence didn’t like any of them. In his eyes, Enna deserved the best of everything – even the best horse for riding!

He pursed his thin lips and suddenly turned to Enna, “Why don’t you go outside and have some water? I’ll go get my horse. You can use mine later, I’ll accompany you.”