Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188: Early Morning Like Going to Battle Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188: Early Morning Like Going to Battle “You have no schedule today?”

Isn’t his itinerary always packed every day?

He’s come so early today—did he handle everything last night?

No sooner had the thought arisen than Enna Clark dismissed it.

She had been on a video call with him until five in the morning, so she knew well that this man had fallen asleep last night and couldn’t have taken care of any business.

Her brow furrowed as she looked over.

Then how did he have the time to come over so early in the morning?

“Shit! What’s with that look?” Baron Lawrence’s eyebrows pinched together harshly, his piercing eagle eyes filled with displeasure, “I can’t come?”

“Of course not, I was just…”

Before Enna Clark could finish, she was imperiously interrupted by him, “Then that’s settled!”

He got up and strode toward the wardrobe, as if he were in his own home, pulled open her wardrobe, picked out a set of clothes for her, and tossed them onto her bed. Then he said, “I’ll wait for you outside. Come out when you’re dressed.”

After he said that, he turned and left.

He even closed the door behind her on his way out.

Enna Clark, still unable to grasp his tactics, looked at the clothes thrown in front of her, helplessly rubbed her temples, and glanced up at the Quartz Clock on the wall, only then realizing it wasn’t as early as she had thought.

It was already past eleven in the morning.

It seemed she had stayed up too late the night before and overslept this morning.

Enna Clark picked up the clothes in front of her and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face before changing into the clothes Baron Lawrence had picked out for her.

This time he hadn’t chosen a floral dress that screamed of a straight male’s aesthetic; the clothes she chose were the simplest of white shirts and trousers akin to ladies’ trousers but with a more casual and fashionable edge.

She had to admit, this outfit appealed to her more than the floral dresses did.

She tied her hair into a ponytail, making her appear much fresher.

Pulling open the door, she stepped out.

Scott Harris had been waiting downstairs the entire time. Seeing her appear at the top of the stairs, his eyes lit up with understanding as he greeted her, “Good morning, Ms. Clark.”

So, it was Ms. Clark living here—he had said that aside from Ms. Clark, who else would Lord Lawrence visit?

It had been several days since Enna Clark had seen him; she greeted him with a smile, “Good morning, Mr. Harris.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her view of Scott Harris was obstructed by an irritable figure stepping between them, “Are you a Tortoise? Why so slow?”

Enna Clark, “…” He was the Tortoise! His whole family were Tortoises! No, just him, he was the Tortoise!

Inwardly grumbling, before she could voice a retort, her wrist was grabbed forcefully, and while the strong-willed man tossed something to Scott Harris, he dragged her away, “Let’s go.”

“Where to?” Enna Clark hadn’t quite collected her wits before she was hauled away stumbling.

The haughty man’s long strides were impressive; she had to jog to keep up with every step he took, “You’ll find out when we get there.”

That answer was as good as none.

Enna Clark was utterly frustrated, but she had no choice but to resist as she was already being pulled out the door.

His car was parked outside.

Scott Harris opened the car door for them.

“Ms. Clark, Lord Lawrence.”

“Enna Clark, get in.”

Before she could react, someone pushed down on her shoulder, shoving her into the car.

The next second her lap was piled with several bags. She looked down to find they were all bread and milk and paused, baffled, “What’s this?”

“Your lunch!”

The domineering man who’d bossed her around as if orchestrating a military march early in the morning also got into the car, his thin lips parted slightly as he benevolently responded to her question, then casually pulled the car door closed.