Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 946: Chapter 946: Staying the Night

Enna Clark sat on the couch and waited, waited for about twenty minutes, but the person upstairs still didn’t seem to come down; she felt a bit strange and lowered her head to glance at her watch, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

The villa’s living room was extremely quiet, the servants were all busy with their own tasks, the housekeeper standing stiffly behind her, not a single person speaking.

“Um…” Enna Clark really couldn’t wait any longer and wanted to ask if she could go upstairs.

As soon as she began to speak, the housekeeper immediately walked over to her, bowed with perfect etiquette, “Does Ms. Clark have any instructions?”

Disrupted by him, Enna Clark didn’t even remember what she wanted to ask.

At that moment.

Suddenly, there were footsteps from upstairs.

He was finally coming out!

Enna Clark exhaled a breath of relief, lifted her head, and sure enough, saw the arrogant man appearing at the top of the spiral staircase. Except for not having Gigi with him, he looked much the same as when he entered, but his complexion seemed even graver.

He walked down the stairs, came beside Enna Clark, and, without waiting for her to ask, he began speaking with evident reluctance, “Enna Clark, we might have to stay here tonight.”

Tonight?

Stay here—here?!

Enna Clark was startled and asked him with furrowed brows, “Why?”

It was just thinking about this that made Baron Lawrence irritated!

He least wanted Enna Clark to stay, but now they had to stay because Gigi had to remain here.

“Gigi’s fever hasn’t broken yet, and it’s also too late now; she needs to rest after her fever goes down. Similarly, you also need to rest.”

“But…”

“No buts, it’s decided!” Baron Lawrence, fearing she would continue with ‘buts’, didn’t want to stay here any longer and would immediately take her away!

His regal eyes fell on the housekeeper, inherently carrying a commanding presence, “Where’s the guest room?”

“The guest room?” The housekeeper thought for a moment, then immediately led the way, “Please follow me.”

Baron Lawrence didn’t give Enna Clark a chance to speak; he grabbed her and followed the housekeeper’s steps.

The villa’s guest room was on the first floor, in the middlemost room. The room was roughly 30 square meters, with an ensuite bathroom, and the 2-meter bed looked neat and clean, exuding a feeling of comfort.

Baron Lawrence furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping over the fresh bed linens, about to ask for a new set.

Suddenly he remembered this wasn’t a hotel or Bauhinia Garden, but Lyle Westbrook’s villa. His lips formed a straight line, and he had the housekeeper step out first.

Once the housekeeper left, he immediately closed the door.

That impatience felt as if there were some disaster or wild beast outside.

Enna Clark was worried about Giselle Lawrence, “Gigi’s fever hasn’t broken yet? Is she upstairs? Let me go and check on her.”

No sooner had she spoken than her wrist was grasped, and the man’s cold, firm voice came through, “Don’t worry, Lyle Westbrook’s up there; he’ll take care of it!”

The terms they needed to discuss had already been agreed upon, and that man would surely take good care of Gigi.

And, most importantly! With that man upstairs, how could he possibly allow Enna Clark to go up?!

Unable to break free from his grasp, Enna Clark finally couldn’t hold back, walked up to him, looked him straight in the eyes, and asked with knitted brows, “Baron Lawrence, what on earth is going on? Weren’t we supposed to return to Linton City? Why did we suddenly come back? And why are we here, what have you discussed with Lyle Westbrook?”

“You don’t need to know.” He turned his head away, unwilling to answer.

Yet Enna Clark insisted once more, looking into his eyes, “But I want to know!”