Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

In her view was the angelic sleeping face of the little one. Bobby still maintained the position he had when he went to bed the night before, sleeping peacefully without moving. Gone were his usual pretense of being a little adult and his constant talk about women. His pink cheeks clearly showed that he was still a baby.

She extended her hand and poked his belly.

As expected, the little one frowned unhappily, his face showing a hint of his usual grown-up facade.

Enna chuckled at his little act, tucked him back under the covers, and sat up in bed.

There was no sign of anyone coming into the bedroom suggesting that Baron Lawrence must have been busy all night.

Anyway, since she was already awake, she might as well go downstairs and get breakfast for them.

So she acted on her thought. She got up, changed into the striped shirt dress that Baron Lawrence had bought her the day before, tied her hair into a ponytail, and left the room refreshed.

Just as she reached the elevator.

Suddenly, a well-dressed elderly man in a suit approached her. Enna thought he was also going to take the elevator and subtly made way for him.

Unexpectedly, the old man stopped one step away from her, put his hands together in front of him, and bent his waist slightly in a sign of respect, addressing her, “Good day, Ms. Clark.”

Enna didn’t know who he was or why he knew her, but being greeted with such deference from a man of his age, she felt uncomfortable and awkwardly returned his gesture by bending her waist too, “Hello, sir.”

The housekeeper, Jason, didn’t expect Enna to return his salute. He was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered, “Ms. Clark, the Old Lord would like to meet you. Is it convenient for you now?”

The Old Lord…

By this title, she could infer the connection with Baron Lawrence.

Baron Lawrence’s grandfather wanted to meet her?

A sudden feeling of being the ugly bride meeting her in-laws dawned on Enna. Despite feeling nervous, she replied quickly, “Yes, it’s convenient.”

“Please follow me.”

“Alright.”

Enna trailed behind him, matching his pace.

The corridor took a turn, and the old housekeeper led her to the end where the Presidential Suite was located and respectfully knocked on the door.

“Come in.” The voice was heard before the person was seen.

Enna heard the authoritative voice of the old man and couldn’t help clenching her dress. She followed the housekeeper into the room—

All presidential suites in the hotel were of the same size, the only difference being the decor style.

This suite was furnished almost entirely with redwood furniture, exuding an authentically European royal style. The luxurious crystal chandelier added a sense of solemnity and authority amid the grandeur. The overall decor gave a daunting sense of awing reverence.

In the center of the living room, three burly bodyguards were standing. In the middle of them was an old man brewing tea.

The old man seemed to be in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair and an agile spirit. Just by his side profile, one could tell that he was a powerful figure in his youth.

After leading Enna into the living room, the housekeeper quietly stood aside and gently reminded, “Old Lord, Ms. Clark is here.”

“Hmm.”

With that one word response, he didn’t raise his head or glance at Enna, continuing to focus on making his tea, as if he wasn’t the one who had asked for her.