Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

“I’ll remember this favor. Find me when it’s time for me to repay it!”

He hung up the phone and then called Scott Harris, who was in his home country. After explaining the matter of helping Enna’s grandfather transfer hospitals, he put down his cell phone. He took long strides towards Enna Clark and said, “All right, the issue is resolved.”

With her heart finally at ease, Enna looked relaxed, her eyes curved, “Thank you, Baron Lawrence.”

“If you want to thank me, don’t use your words, use your mouth properly.”

“…”

Enna automatically ignored his words. As her pressing matters were resolved, she suddenly recalled the conversation she had accidentally overheard him having with someone over the phone. In a relaxed tone, she said, “Oh, by the way, Baron Lawrence. Just now, when I brought you coffee, I accidentally heard you on the phone with someone else. You said on the phone that if I were pregnant with a daughter, you want me to abort it, what did you mean? Did I only listen to half of the conversation or did I mishear?”

Her question was sudden, and it seemed like casual chatter. Baron Lawrence, however, could not be casual. His eyes suddenly narrowed into a needle-like gaze on her –

Did she hear him?

How much did she hear?

It was as if his heart was suddenly gripped by a large hand, and he suddenly felt suffocated. Facing her pair of relaxed, trusting eyes, his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn’t speak a word.

“… What do you think I meant?”

Enna thought for a moment and then asked softly, “Baron Lawrence, do you have a preference for boys over girls?”

He had the qualities of a typical chauvinist, being domineering and strong-willed. Usually, chauvinists have a slight preference for boys, believing that boys can carry on the family line while girls belong to someone else’s family. Would he have some of this preference too?

So when talking to someone, his language might be a bit exaggerated. Just like when joking with friends, sometimes you would say, “Why don’t you go die?” Not really wanting the friend to die, but wanting to express the meaning of ‘You made me angry, come and coax me.’

So, when he said on the phone that if she were pregnant with a daughter, she should abort it, was he trying to express that he prefers a son?

With a hoarse voice, Baron Lawrence looked at her with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes. “If… I mean if… I have a preference for boys over girls. If you were pregnant with a daughter, would you abort her?”

“If I say that I really dislike daughters, dislike them to the point that if you were pregnant with one, it would upset me, Enna, would you give up this child for my sake?”

Would she give up the child in her belly for him?

Enna was shocked by his question. She had never considered such a choice. Baron Lawrence’s multiple-choice question wasn’t a complimentary one, but a deadly one. It was as powerful as asking who she would save if her mom and he both fell into the water, neither could swim, and she could only save one of them.

Just then.

Footsteps came from outside the study, and Bobby’s voice came in, “Woman!”

“Woman!”

“Woman, where are you?”

Enna snapped back, as if being rescued, and immediately got up to walk outside, “I’m here.”

Just as she reached the doorway.

She was suddenly pulled back by the man behind her. With a forceful tug, she was pulled back and pressed against the wall –