Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Bobby’s Little Melancholy (2)

Since Enna wasn’t around, those women surrounding the Dubious Man next door had become more attentive.

Especially the one named Amelia Young, who often came to harass the Dubious Man. Not only was she incredibly thick-skinned, but she also wanted to get in through him. Thinking that by pleasing him, she could catch the Dubious Man’s attention. He wasn’t a fool; he knew who his mummy was! Wanting him to forget who his mummy was with just a piece of clothing, a toy, or some candy was too naive.

Aside from Amelia Young, there was also Emily Goldsmith, whom he had met once in Yluria Country. Emily Goldsmith… Bobby couldn’t pinpoint his feelings. He should dislike all the women around the Dubious Man, but he surprisingly didn’t hate her much.

At least compared to other women who had their sights set on the Dubious Man and employed various means, Emily Goldsmith acted fair and square, dignified, and unaffected. She didn’t play games or engage in petty moves behind people’s backs. Even though she was chasing after the Dubious Man, which didn’t make her any more likable, she didn’t give people much reason to hate her either.

He counted how many women had tried to win over the Dubious Man year after year, and the more he counted, the more annoyed he became.

TV series always portrayed relationships as unable to withstand tests!

His own woman had only been away for just over a year, and while the Dubious Man might be able to withstand the test for now, what if he couldn’t in the long run?

He did want to help his woman keep an eye on the Dubious Man, but the Dubious Man was so popular with women that it was hard to fend them all off.

If the Dubious Man truly fell for someone, and he couldn’t compete with the Dubious Man, what would he do then?

Enna was such an idiot!

He couldn’t stand her!

Bobby was extremely depressed, occasionally looking up and casting doubtful glances at the busy man.

Right when he was about to cover the handsome face with his own hands, a secretary came in with files and a laptop.

“President Lawrence, here are the files you requested.” He respectfully handed over the thick stack of files.

Baron Lawrence hadn’t returned for two months, and there was a lot of piled-up work. Without even lifting his head, he ordered, “Put them on the table.”

“Yes, sir.”

The secretary placed the files on the table and walked softly to the sofa. Compared to the tension of facing Baron Lawrence, his features relaxed considerably when facing Bobby.

In this regard, Bobby inherited Enna’s natural affability.

The secretary smiled and bent down to place the laptop on Bobby’s lap, not forgetting to remind him, “Young Master, children shouldn’t use computers for long periods. It can affect your eyesight and expose you to radiation. After playing for a while, read a book or if you want to play a game, come find us.”

“Mm, thank you, Uncle Thomas.”

Bobby had high emotional intelligence, and even at a young age, he could already tell genuine from false feelings.

For others’ well-meaning concerns, he would politely agree, even if he didn’t actually listen.

Thanks to this, he’d gained quite a few fans over the years.

As expected, the secretary’s smile deepened and softened even more, and he barely stopped himself from praising Bobby for being well-behaved.

However, the secretary didn’t forget where he was and didn’t dare stay any longer, so after quietly giving Bobby a piece of candy, he left.

As soon as he left, Bobby tore open the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth. With his cheeks puffed out, he turned on the laptop, shook his dangling legs, and started checking the stocks he’d bought.

The stocks indeed went up, just as the Dubious Man had taught him.

He began to operate quickly, taking a screenshot of the stock’s increase, and then clicking on the folder the Dubious Man had created specifically for him to start learning.

The President’s office was extremely quiet. Sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the big and small figures worked in tacit silence. Only the sounds of typing and flipping pages could be heard…