Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 900: Chapter 900: The Old Man Like an Old Naughty Boy

At this moment.

Inside a grandiose and ultra-luxurious castle.

The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, took his cellphone, and walked toward the old lady who was bending over to water the flowers, saying with utmost respect, “Old Lady, I’ve made the call to Miss Enna as you instructed. Miss Enna seemed very anxious and said she would return immediately.”

The old lady tending to the flowers lifted her head, handed the watering can to a servant beside her, and her well-maintained face broke into a smile, “Enna is coming back? Quick, hurry, get all the clothes and bags I bought for her ready.”

The old lady appeared to be in her sixties or seventies, with silver hair and a crane-like elegance. Although there were traces of age around her eyes and brows, her skin maintained its fair and lustrous quality. Coupled with the natural grace and nobility emanating from her, one couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of familiarity.

The housekeeper sent someone to fetch the items while expressing his concern, “Old Lady, deceiving Miss Enna to come back like this, if she finds out, she might get angry…”

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“I didn’t deceive Enna, it was you who deceived her,” the old lady said with a twinkling smile, pushing all the responsibility onto the innocent housekeeper, “It was you who saw me sitting on the sofa clutching my chest and assumed I was having a heart attack. In reality, I was simply massaging my shoulder, missing my Enna. You misunderstood and called Enna, telling her I had a sudden heart attack and desperately wanted to see her. If she is to get angry, it would be at you.”

With her utterly serious, seemingly plausible fabrication, the housekeeper was left at a loss for words.

“Don’t worry, if she really gets angry with you, I’ll help you coax her, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

The housekeeper, on the brink of tears, bent over in a show of complex emotions and said, “Thank you, Old Lady.”

While others’ old ladies carried an air of aloofness, their Old Lady was like a playful child. To the outside world, she might seem too dignified to approach, but spend enough time with her and one would discover that inside the Old Lady’s heart lived a child.

It didn’t help that the Master was too busy; he was in his thirties and had not married or had children yet.

In the vast castle, only the Old Lady lived alone, inevitably facing loneliness. It had been a struggle to locate their long-lost missing daughter – only to learn she had passed away, leaving behind only Miss Enna. The Old Lady then poured all the guilt and love she had for her daughter into Miss Enna.

Miss Enna had only been gone for a month, but no sooner had the Old Lady heard that she had returned to Country T than she became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and she conceived this bad idea.

“I know you’re wronged.” The Old Lady’s eyes, still bright like glazed glass, seemed to see right through to one’s soul. She sighed and said, “Actually, I didn’t want to deceive Enna to come back this way. But today is different, I invited Lyle over today.”

“Keke will certainly be brought over by her mom.”

The Keke she was referring to was Brooke Rivers, who had some family relation to Enna Clark. She was the granddaughter of the Old Lady’s sister.

“It’s not that I don’t like Keke; Keke is very sensible. Before we found Enna, I treated her like she was Enna. If we hadn’t found Enna, I would have considered introducing Lyle to her. But now that I have found Enna, I still hope that Enna and Lyle can be together.” The Old Lady shot the housekeeper a sideways glance and said, “If I don’t deceive her into meeting Lyle for a blind date, what do I do if she takes after her uncle and chooses not to marry?”