Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 924: Chapter 924: Go Out for Some Fresh Air to Cool Down

“She meant ‘us’ together.”

Not just her, but together.

Baron Lawrence’s spine stiffened, and the anger that was about to burst forth seemed as though it had suddenly been corked! He stayed rigid on either side of Enna Clark, still maintaining an infuriated glare, but upon closer inspection, the flame in his eyes had solidified, looking terrifying—merely an empty threat…

His thick eyebrows knit together, as if he were about to devour someone, yet seemingly unable to do so.

The furrowing of his brows grew tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, his thin lips pressed together as he gritted his teeth and cursed, “Shit!”

At the same time, he punched the wall next to Enna Clark!

Sometimes he really wanted to strangle this woman, to end it all, but it always turned out like this. The rage within him effortlessly dissolved by her!

It left him stifled there, unsure whether to continue raging or not!

His expression turned grim as he glared harshly at Enna Clark’s face. Just when Enna Clark thought he would persist in their previous argument, he suddenly let go, pursed his lips, and turned to walk away without a word…

“Baron Lawrence?” Enna Clark didn’t know where he was headed and called out to him reflexively.

The man striding away halted, but did not turn back, his voice dark and husky, “I’m going out for some air, to cool down!”

If he didn’t go out to calm himself, he feared he might continue to lash out at her.

Especially now, his mind was still consumed by the image of Enna Clark coming out of Lyle Westbrook’s car!

Even though he was aware that she hadn’t done anything wrong, it just didn’t sit right with him! He was unhappy! He was angry! He knew his behavior was childish, but he couldn’t help it!

In the past, he didn’t need to control himself! After all, he was Baron Lawrence—he could do whatever pleased him.

Now, he could still do as he pleased, but with one exception—Enna Clark!

The pain of torn skin on the back of his hand couldn’t compare to the discomfort in his heart. The anger he had barely managed to control was surging back; without further delay, he strode out—

…

Outside the hospital corridor.

Baron Lawrence had just stepped out when he ran into Adam Sinclair, who had also come out for some fresh air.

Noticing Baron’s poor complexion and piecing it together with the nurse’s gossip he’d heard, Adam Sinclair guessed what had happened and approached, “Baron, are you and Enna alright?”

“Give me a cigarette.”

“Huh?”

A cigarette?

Was he hallucinating, or were his ears ringing?

Baron was actually asking him for a cigarette?

Wasn’t he known to rarely smoke?

As surprised as Adam Sinclair was, his hand was already offering a cigarette, which Baron Lawrence took and lit.

A Marlboro in his hands gave off an aura of elegance and nobility.

He held the cigarette between two fingers, taking a drag, but his expression remained cold as ever, as if he were not smoking, but drinking poison instead.

The cigarette did nothing to alleviate the severity of his mood.

Seeing Baron still upset, Adam Sinclair thought for a moment before suddenly saying, “Baron, come with me, I have a place to show you.”

A place to show him?

Why did that sound so awkward?

Just as Baron Lawrence was about to refuse irritably, Adam Sinclair had already grabbed him, pulling and pushing, “Come on, it’s definitely a good place, would I mess with you? I know you’re in a bad mood, you’ll definitely feel better after visiting that place.” It would be perfect for him to also unwind from the frustration caused by Olivia Lewis.

Baron Lawrence was half-pushed, half-pulled out of the hospital by him…