Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 920: Chapter 920: Baron Lawrence VS Lyle Westbrook

Baron Lawrence noticed the gaze he directed toward Enna Clark, and flames seemed to ignite in his eyes. His handsome features tensed, as hard and sharp as a blade! His noble and arrogant eagle eyes firmly locked onto him, and his thin lips parted, “I didn’t expect that you would be Lyle Westbrook.”

Lyle Westbrook was Wyndham Howell.

This was something he had not anticipated.

It was only after having Scott Harris check just now that he realized Lyle Westbrook and Wyndham Howell were the same person.

One was a Capital City doctor of no significance, the other a prince of the dark empire of Yluria Country, ha, interesting!

Under his oppressive aura, Lyle Westbrook did not seem intimidated; he remained calm and indifferent, the corners of his mouth turning up, “I also didn’t expect that one day I would meet you again under this identity.”

Beneath their seemingly calm exchange, it was as though a tempest was churning!

Baron Lawrence narrowed his eagle eyes, the black depths of his gaze unfathomable.

Lyle Westbrook was the first to look away, turning his attention back to Enna Clark, who he had shielded behind him. His demeanor changed from the sharp presence he held against Baron Lawrence, as he flashed a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, and with a gentle voice, he said, “Enna, I’m leaving now. Remember to call if you need anything.”

The call he spoke of referred to video calling Gigi.

Enna Clark caught on immediately and promptly agreed, “Okay.”

As soon as she spoke the word, the man who already exuded a cold air about him grew even colder, as if he intended to freeze someone to death! His fists clenched tightly.

Enna Clark didn’t notice his clenched fists and politely said to Lyle Westbrook, “Thank you.”

No matter what, Lyle Westbrook had helped save Gigi, taken great care of her, and even notified her immediately. He had even helped control Gigi’s condition. Both emotionally and rationally, she should express her thanks. It was basic courtesy.

Lyle Westbrook cast her a deep glance, as if he was oblivious to the man beside her, and said naturally, “Between us, there’s no need for that.”

Between us, there’s no need for that!

Enna Clark felt a jolt, as she thought the phrase could easily be misconstrued.

She didn’t respond.

“See you another day,” Lyle Westbrook said with a relaxed expression, showing no sign of embarrassment, and his eyes softening.

Baron Lawrence used every ounce of self-control to stop himself from throwing a punch! He watched coldly as the man got back into his car, watching the black Rolls-Royce drive away from him—

Once the car had driven off, he finally grabbed the wrist of the petite woman beside him, pulling her as they rushed towards the hospital…

With his tall stature and long legs, normally one of his steps required Enna Clark to take two to keep up. And now, with such a hurried pace, Enna Clark had to jog to barely keep up with him.

“Baron Lawrence, slow down.”

“Baron Lawrence.”

“Baron Lawrence, slow down, I can’t keep up with you.”

The man walking ahead seemed deaf to her words, striding swiftly toward the hospital, his body exuding an icy chill that almost froze the people around them!

The hospital was already busy, and people started looking their way.

Enna Clark was jerked along unsteadily by him, and it wasn’t easy, but they finally reached the door of the VIP Hospital Room when suddenly there was a loud bang—the man with the icy face kicked the door open.

The whole process was fluid yet brutally simple!

The next second, his arm yanked her inside.

Caught in a whirl, Enna Clark found herself “wall-slammed” against the wall, the strong scent of hormones bearing down on her—