Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 579: Chapter 579: Must Buy Clothes for Her

Her face was also a bit pale, not knowing if it was due to pain or nausea.

“Are you alright?” Enna Clark glanced disapprovingly at Baron Lawrence and politely asked Miranda Lewis.

Miranda forced a smile, “I’m fine.”

Then she said to Baron Lawrence, “Mr. Lawrence, thank you for helping me up.”

Enna frowned but didn’t say anything, stepping forward to ask her, “By the way, do you know where the medicine box in the room is? I’ll help you treat the wound on your forehead.”

“Umm…” Miranda wanted to get rid of her already, her eyes darted around, reluctantly she said, “I don’t know, how about you help me look for it, Enna?”

“Alright.”

Enna had just agreed when Baron Lawrence grabbed her wrist. His handsome face was filled with impatience, “What are you looking for? You’re not a doctor. The hotel has specialized medical staff; someone will handle it if we call.”

Then he said perfunctorily to Miranda, “You rest well.”

Having said that, he didn’t even look at Miranda, pulling Enna out of the room.

Caught off guard, Enna was dragged out of the room, staggering. They entered the elevator, and Baron Lawrence finally released her hand. His sharp eyes looked her up and down a few times, seemingly quite dissatisfied with something, suddenly said, “Enna Clark, it seems like I really have to buy you a few pieces of clothing…”

Clothes?

Why did he suddenly think of buying her clothes? Enna couldn’t follow his train of thought, “I have enough clothes to wear, do I need to buy more?”

“That’s not called clothing! Do you know the leaves used by people in the primitive society? What you’re wearing is equivalent to those leaves, at most a flimsy cover-up!”

His mouth was really foul. Enna’s face darkened as she listened, her temples throbbing, refusing to cooperate, “Even a cover-up is still a cloth; anyway, I have enough clothes, I won’t buy any. If you want to buy, buy it for yourself, I won’t wear it.”

Is this woman really a woman? Other women would be thrilled to have a man offering to buy them clothes. What was her attitude?

Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, “I’ll buy it for you!”

“I don’t want it!” She can’t afford it now. After paying the nursing home, she was almost broke, except for Bobby’s bank card she had.

More importantly, she didn’t think she had too few clothes. She had plenty of them and they were simple and elegant. She didn’t feel the need to buy new clothes.

Waste.

“Enna, why can’t you understand what I’m saying?” Baron Lawrence trapped her between his arms with a snap, leaned down, hot breath pouring down on her face, his hawk-like eyes filled with anger, “People rely on clothes, Buddhas rely on gold attire, haven’t you heard that before? I have no objection if you wear the clothes you bought yourself. But some dogs have bad eyes and will bark at you. You’re my woman; you have to look good for me to look good.”

“…” So, her wearing something unappealing was making him lose face? It was the first time Enna heard such words from his mouth. Although she knew that Baron Lawrence just wanted to buy her clothes without any extra intentions. But hearing these words made her realize their gap in status and positions.

She took a breath, pondered for a moment, then relented, “Okay, I’ll buy it. But let’s agree, we’ll only buy the clothes I say to buy. You can’t make decisions without asking me.”

Baron Lawrence didn’t notice the ambiguity in his previous words, and thought that she finally made sense. For the first time, he gave in a half step, “Fine. I’ll pick the store!”