Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 844: Chapter 844: A Man’s Face and a Tiger’s Butt Cannot Be Touched

Half an hour later, the car finally came to a stop.

Scott Harris walked around to the side and opened the car door, “Ms. Clark, hand the little Miss over to me so you can get out.”

“Okay.” Enna Clark passed Gigi to him.

Giselle Lawrence was nothing like the other little girls who would cry wah-wah when taken away from their mother’s arms. She was just fine, still wrestling with her lollipop. Even as a child, it was apparent that she would grow up to be a tough girl with a lot of courage.

Without Gigi in her arms, it was much easier for Enna Clark to get out of the car.

As she was preparing to step out, Bobby had already gotten out first and, like a grown man, suddenly extended his hand in her direction, “Woman, hold my hand to get out. Don’t be clumsy and fall over!”

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The first half of the sentence was full of boyfriend vibes, but the latter half immediately tore it apart.

“The clumsy part is unnecessary.”

“Who says? You’re always clumsy. When I was three years old, you almost…” while learning to cook with Grandma Panda

Enna Clark quickly interrupted him to prevent him from revealing more embarrassing stories, “Bobby, hold steady, I’m getting out.”

She placed her hand on Tobias’s small hand, and although that little hand had no bearing capacity at all, she felt inexplicably warm in her heart.

After she had gotten out successfully, she touched the top of the pretty, unbelievable little boy’s head and said with a smile, “Thanks, darling.”

“Pfft, I helped you out just because I was afraid you’d fall. Not because I wanted to help. If you got injured, we’d have to go to the hospital, spend money on medical expenses, and I’d have to take time to take care of you…” He awkwardly turned his head away, refusing to acknowledge his kind gesture.

Enna Clark had known him for seven or eight years, ever since he was in her belly. She knew his personality like the back of her hand.

Bobby was like someone else, at times, always saying the opposite of what he felt.

“I thought you helped me out of concern, turns out that’s not the case…”

Sure enough, Bobby stubbornly refused to admit it, pursing his lips, “I helped you to avoid hassle, don’t overthink it.”

His eyes betrayed him, and yet he still pretended.

Suddenly feeling mischievous, Enna Clark pinched his little cheek, “Really? It’s just because you’re worried about the trouble?”

Bobby immediately bounced away, rubbing his own cheek, acting as if his manly image had been violated, just short of exploding, “Enna Clark, don’t you know a man’s face and a tiger’s butt can’t be touched!”

She knew not to touch a tiger’s butt, but the face of a six-and-a-half-year-old boy seemed fair game.

Thinking this, she dared not say it aloud. After all, her son Bobby was particularly sensitive in this regard, and while a little teasing was fine, more might truly upset him.

And he held grudges; if she really made him angry, there’s no knowing when she could win him over again.

“Alright, alright, I get it now.”

Bobby was still not satisfied, “In the future, you can’t just casually pinch my face!”

He felt it was unrealistic to expect Enna not to pinch his face and, twisting his pretty eyebrows, he added, “You can’t pinch my face in public!”

The first part sounded commanding, but the second revealed his lack of confidence.

Enna Clark curled her lips upwards; his little distraction really did improve her mood quite a bit.

Baron Lawrence had been standing to the side watching her, and seeing the smile return to her face, his gloomy mood lifted as well. With a press of his thin lips, he strode forward with his long legs, leading the way, “Let’s go, let’s go inside.”