Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

However, this man made her go crazy time after time and left her at a loss. She doubted whether she really needed to change her character. Otherwise, why didn’t he like her despite her being so great, he even wanted to avoid her!

Emilia Goldsmith glared at him and asked the last possibility, “Or is it because you already have someone you like?”

“Boss, here’s your wine.” A subordinate exchanged a new goblet for the old one and placed it on the table, stealing a glance at Emilia Goldsmith.

With a deadly stare from Emilia, he dodged her gaze and stepped aside.

Wyndham Howell paused for a moment in Lyle Westbrook’s hand, appearing lost. However, he soon returned to his normal state. The tone was still comfortably soothing, but now it made people feel like shooting him, “I don’t like you.”

Emilia’s face remained unchanged, and she gritted her teeth to squeeze out, “I know! Anyone who isn’t blind can see that you don’t like me! It’s your problem that you don’t like me; it’s enough that I like you! I’m just asking you, are there any women around you who are more suitable for you than me?”

For their kind of heirs, being suitable is more important than liking.

“There is one.”

“Who?” Emilia pressed.

Lyle Westbrook glanced at her indifferently, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Emilia felt helpless once again because of him, her beautiful almond eyes shining with determination and pride, “I won’t give up. I’ve persisted for so long, I won’t give up until the last moment. You can have someone you like but not be married, and even if you are married, you can still get divorced. As long as you’re not dead, I still have a chance.”

Lyle Westbrook looked up and casually responded, “Your call.”

With that, he continued reviewing the account book in his hands.

It’s her call then, she, the persistent woman, feared no man’s resistance; she didn’t believe she couldn’t win him over! Having made up her mind, Emilia returned to her elegant and wealthy lady demeanor. She suddenly remembered the phone call Baron Lawrence had made to her earlier, and placed her hand on the account book the man was reading, interrupting him, “Hey, a cousin of my friend got into some trouble. Can you do me a favor and let your people release her?”

“What happened?”

“It’s the spy your First Brother sent here who has a young girlfriend, right? That girl is my friend’s cousin.” Emilia was well aware of the Westbrook Family’s internal matters and frowned, “You can deal with the spy, but whether or not you take care of his girlfriend doesn’t affect you much…”

“I remember his girlfriend is from Linton City. When did you have a friend from Linton City?” Lyle Westbrook’s gentle Peach Blossom Eyes swept over her.

“Who said I don’t have one? I’ve been in Linton City for the past few days. I’ve met one. She’s nice, her name is Enna Clark.”

As soon as her words fell, the man in front of her suddenly narrowed his eyes, repeating gently but sharply, “What did you say your friend’s name is?”

“Enna Clark.” Emilia was surprised, “Why, do you know her too?”

Memories of the past flashed through his mind like a film, and he pursed his lips, not answering. He still remembered the last conversation he had with her at the hospital. Was she also in Yluria Country? With whom? Baron Lawrence?

“I’ll let your friend’s cousin go later.” He didn’t answer Emilia’s question, stood up, “I have other matters, please excuse me, and make yourself comfortable.”

“Hey!” Emilia wanted to chase after him, but she was stopped by two subordinates. Stamping her foot in anger, she could only watch helplessly as the man’s figure disappeared down the resplendent corridor—