Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 912: Chapter 912: Found Gigi!

Over the past year, he had deliberately avoided paying attention to her news. He kept himself incredibly busy, not having a single moment of free time.

Unexpectedly, without seeking her out, he had, by a twist of fate, run into her again and, by the same twist of fate, had saved her daughter.

Just now, he had checked on her news from this past year.

He found that she hadn’t been living as well as she’d said on that night at the hospital, at least not according to the news. He saw that Baron Lawrence had been engaged to another woman. Because of that engagement, it seemed she had disappeared for over a year. What had she gone through during that year? Hadn’t she said that Baron Lawrence was good to her? Was this the so-called “good”?

If he had known earlier that her definition of “good” was like this, at that time he…

Lyle Westbrook clenched his fist and squinted his Peach Blossom Eyes.

After standing at the top of the stairs for two minutes, he descended, “Let her in.”

“Yes, Young Master Lyle,” the servant who had been blocking Enna Clark immediately stepped aside.

Young Master Lyle?

Who was Young Master Lyle?

Enna Clark took a deep breath, her concern for Gigi outweighing all her doubts, and she stepped inside.

Once inside the villa, she was dazzled for a moment by its luxurious decor.

Oriental-style Redwood sofas and furniture, and marble screens and glass lamps, exuded opulence from every corner.

Dressed in simple black attire, Lyle Westbrook’s slender and upright figure was outlined with perfect proportion. His skin was that slightly transparent white, creating a striking visual impact with the pure white against all black. He had removed his gold-rimmed glasses and changed his hairstyle, revealing his sharp facial features that were as deep-set as Baron Lawrence’s.

But he emitted a completely different vibe, appearing as gentle as an angel, yet carrying an imperceptible sharpness in that gentleness that made people reluctant to approach him easily.

Because the closer one got, the more intense that different feeling became!

“Mr. Howell,” Enna Clark knew it would be polite to exchange pleasantries first, but her current state of mind left no room for small talk. She went straight to the point, “The little girl you mentioned on the phone, may I see her?”

Lyle Westbrook’s gaze was fixed firmly on her, as if trying to see through her. Dodging the question, he suddenly spoke, “Enna, it’s been so long. Have you been doing well?”

Doing well?

Enna Clark’s heart skipped a beat, feeling an awkward sensation, but nonetheless, she maintained eye contact with him and answered calmly, “I’ve been doing very well. Mr. Howell, I’d like to see the girl you mentioned.”

Very well?

His gaze swept over Enna Clark’s slightly haggard melon-seed face, from the strain of recent events, and his eyes darkened. He was no longer so trusting of the “very well” that came from her lips.

Just as Enna Clark was trying to figure out what he was up to, he suddenly withdrew his gaze, “Follow me.”

Enna Clark let out a sigh of relief and followed him upstairs.

As she followed the upright man up the stairs, the servants looked at their departing backs, exchanging glances, and everyone read the same question in the others’ eyes — who was this woman, and what relationship did she have with Young Master Lyle? Why did he seem to have such a special feeling towards her?

However, Enna Clark couldn’t see their astonished expressions; all her thoughts were on the person she was about to meet!

In the large bedroom on the second floor, she immediately saw the little girl receiving an infusion, “Gigi!”