Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Amelia knew the situation between the three of them, and as soon as Isla spoke, she felt awkward. She tugged at Isla’s arm, embarrassed, and said, “Isla, don’t say anymore.”

Isla thought she was trying to be diplomatic. Feeling a sense of righteous indignation for her friend, she shook off Amelia’s hand and glared at her, “Why not say it? It’s the truth, you are Young Master Lawrence’s girlfriend. Who does this vixen think she is, showing off in front of you? Shameless!”

Baron didn’t like it when someone talked about Enna, and his eyes grew cold as if he was about to lose his temper.

Quickly, Enna grabbed his arm and stepped forward, smirking at Isla: “Did Ms. Young tell you she was Baron Lawrence’s girlfriend?”

“If she’s not, you are?” Isla sarcastically replied.

Enna didn’t even blink, responding simply, “Yes, I am.”

Isla had never met such a ‘shameless’ person before, and her face turned red with anger, pointing at Enna’s nose, unable to find the words to refute her, “You, you…”

But she couldn’t come up with any valid arguments.

Enna’s gaze shifted from Isla to Amelia, saying calmly, “Ms. Young, your friend doesn’t know who Baron Lawrence’s girlfriend is, do you?”

Baron suddenly looked at Enna – was this woman declaring her sovereignty?

What was initially impatience at being stopped by Amelia had turned into pleasure.

That kind of pleasure was indescribable.

The biggest advantage of Enna was her good temper, and her biggest disadvantage was also her good temper. With such a temper, she always considered others first and never embarrassed anyone.

But now, in order to assert his sovereignty, she actually didn’t leave Amelia any face!

What did this mean?

It meant that this woman cared about him~!

His rosy lips curled up slightly, and even looking at Amelia and Isla seemed more agreeable.

While he was in a good mood, Amelia wasn’t. Enna’s question made her feel like she had been slapped in public. Her face turned from blue to white. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, trying to change the subject: “Enna, what do you mean?”

“Nothing.” In front of Amelia, Enna clasped Baron’s hand, their fingers intertwined. Then she raised her head to look at Amelia, and at Isla out of the corner of her eye, saying calmly, “I was just worried that Ms. Young might not know who Baron Lawrence’s girlfriend is.”

“If you don’t know, I can tell you now. His girlfriend is me, and it has always been me! There’s no shameless vixen clinging to him, no girlfriend who learns of her boyfriend’s infidelity and still magnanimously explains to her friend that all men cheat.”

The last sentence was undoubtedly a slap in the face for Amelia.

Absolute humiliation!