Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1560: Chapter 1560: Preferring His Overbearing and Paranoid Side

Enna Clark sighed with relief, her entire demeanor relaxing.

Just as she had relaxed, her palm was pinched, and the man who had just been masterminding everything on stage was now glaring at her, his face filled with displeasure, “Enna Clark, are you very nervous?”

Her nervousness meant she didn’t believe in him, didn’t trust his abilities!

It wasn’t Enna’s first day knowing him; when his thin lips pressed together, she knew exactly what he was thinking in his unique logic.

Her smile still on her lips, she squeezed his hand with force, saying helplessly, “With so many microphones pointed at me, it would be abnormal not to be nervous.”

Baron Lawrence didn’t like being targeted by the cameras either, but now that he knew Enna’s nervousness wasn’t a reflection of her lack of faith in his abilities, his mood improved considerably. Domineeringly holding Enna’s hand, he headed toward the direction of the restroom, “Your hand is sweating so much, it’s filthy!”

“…”

If it’s dirty, then don’t hold it.

Enna was led by him towards the restroom, yet the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but turn up, her eyes seemingly filled with starlight as she looked brightly at the domineering man pulling her forward.

During the press conference, he had been calm and composed, but he also exuded an unapproachable aura that was unlike him.

This was more like Baron Lawrence, domineering and paranoid, verbally in denial but treating her very well.

Enna couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the hand holding hers.

Of course, Baron Lawrence felt her small movement; it was as if a cat’s paw had brushed his heart, but surrounded by security guards, he could only endure.

Yet, the more he had to restrain himself, the hotter the waves rolled in his lower abdomen.

Damn it!

He furrowed his brows fiercely, gave Enna a tug, and shot her a warning glance before continuing to stride forward with his long legs.

Enna didn’t understand what he was warning her about.

She hadn’t done anything.

But that was just Baron Lawrence’s temperament—one moment sunny, the next stormy; she was used to it.

They had just reached the corridor’s corner when Scott Harris approached in a hurry, his expression anxious as if he had something to say, but hesitated because Enna was present.

Baron Lawrence’s improved mood because of Enna darkened again, and he stopped impatiently, asking in a deep voice, “What’s the matter?”

Scott glanced at him and said determinedly, “Lord, Ms. Skye has announced her engagement to the Oscar family. Also, she has simultaneously declared that she will demand a shareholders’ meeting in her capacity as a major shareholder.”

No sooner had he spoken than the handsome man kicked over a trash can nearby in a fit of rage, his teeth clenched, “What the hell does she want!”

At this time, getting engaged to the Oscar family was tantamount to telling everyone that she intended to join forces with them.

The press conference he had just held, all the public relations plans he had deployed—because of Skye Lawrence’s move, all efforts had gone to waste!

Baron Lawrence’s handsome face turned ashen, his thin lips pressed tightly, his chest heaving with turmoil.

“What the hell does she want?” His jaw, sharp as a knife, was now tightly clenched, his eyes clearly burning with anger!

“I don’t know…” Scott Harris was just as clueless about what Skye Lawrence really wanted to do, sacrificing both family and marriage. Could it be that Ms. Skye truly desired to fight Lord for the President’s position?

Scott always felt that wasn’t likely.

But if it wasn’t for the position of the President, why would Ms. Skye go to such lengths?

Baron Lawrence took a deep breath, exhaling the suppressed anger and disappointment in his chest, knitting his brows while a cold glint flashed in his eyes, “Arrange it, meeting in five minutes!”