Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

It wasn’t until they arrived at a beautiful church that she realized, belatedly, that he had confused the church with the temple! He brought her to a church!

However, this church was enormous.

The magnificent European-style church looked like a castle from the Middle Ages at first glance.

When their car stopped at the entrance, someone was already there to open the doors for them.

Baron Lawrence got out first. The man who opened the door bowed deferentially, “President Lawrence, we’re glad you made it. The Pope has delayed today’s prayer in your honor.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t even glance at the man, instead reaching out his hand in the car, “Enna Clark, get out.”

The man looked curiously into the car.

He saw a woman with almond-shaped eyes stepping out; her blue shirt dress accentuated her fair, porcelain-like skin. Although her beauty was not breathtaking, she gave off a refreshing vibe that made people feel comfortable.

Was this the woman whom Young Master Lawrence was willing to pay a huge price for to have the Pope himself pray for her?

Enna didn’t notice his extended hand, and she got out of the car on her own.

Lawrence glared at her angrily, grabbing her left hand forcefully, and led her arrogantly towards the church.

The deeper they went, the more Enna discovered the grandeur of the church.

Various paintings and sculptures filled the corridor, each a masterpiece by a master. Further inside was a prayer hall that could accommodate hundreds of people.

Baron Lawrence led her in, ignoring the stares of the hundreds of people, and walked straight to the front row.

Soon, an elderly man wearing a golden crown and a cape approached, escorted by a group of people.

As he passed Enna, he suddenly stopped and whispered something to a person beside him in the country’s language, which Enna couldn’t understand.

Then he reached out and touched her belly lightly.

Enna was startled by his abrupt gesture and instinctively looked at the man beside her, afraid that he would lose his temper and attack this seemingly septuagenarian man.

However, she saw the always possessive man’s side profile; he seemed unfazed by the old man’s touch on her belly. Lawrence arrogantly spoke fluently in the country’s language with the elderly man.

His expression was more serious and solemn than ever before.

Even though Enna couldn’t understand what he was saying, she could sense that he must be talking about something crucial.

The kind old man turned his head, examined Enna a few more times, and reached out again. This time he placed his hand directly on her belly.

Then he murmured something like an ancient blessing with a deep and calming tone.

Soon, he finished reciting, removed his hand, and exchanged a few words with Lawrence. Lawrence’s tense jaw relaxed slightly, showing a somewhat satisfied expression.

The old man walked away.

Enna couldn’t understand a single word during the entire process and had no idea what they were doing. She couldn’t help but tug at his sleeve and whispered, “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing?”

Having achieved the result he wanted, Lawrence’s mood was good. In a low, husky voice, he looked at her flat belly and felt much better, “Nothing, just praying for Little Bun.”

They did pray, but they specifically prayed for a boy in her belly!

Baron Lawrence squinted his eyes. At first, these people didn’t agree to have the Pope personally pray for Enna, but when interests and family loyalty were at stake, they changed their minds and agreed.

Although he didn’t believe in such profit-driven prayers, if they actually worked, he was willing to try believing in these elusive things in the future!