Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 993: Chapter 993: The Change of Enna Clark

Baron Lawrence’s mind flashed rapidly with the image of one person, and as he sharply turned his head indeed, he saw that foolish woman; one hand caught the whip, shielding him.

The family discipline whip was studded with fine barbs, which she grasped in one hand. The remainder scraped across her arm, leaving a circle of crimson marks on her fair skin.

It was as if she had been kissed by fire, exceptionally startling to behold!

Baron Lawrence’s eyes suddenly hardened, and through gritted teeth, he said, “Enna Clark, didn’t I tell you to wait for me outside?”

“I waited outside, but you didn’t come out, so I came in.”

Enna Clark’s arm was burning with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart! She could hardly believe that the man who had walked in fine just a short while ago had now turned into this.

The back of his shirt was already split, with whip marks clearly visible, skin torn and flesh laid bare!

She was immensely grateful that she had not felt at ease and had insisted on barging in.

If he had to endure another lash, she shuddered to think what he might become.

Fiery indignation rose in Enna Clark’s clear eyes for the first time as she glared at the old man seated on the sofa—after all, Baron Lawrence was his grandson; even if his grandson had committed a grave mistake, he should be given proper guidance, not this cold-blooded punishment.

To subject one’s own kin to such harsh treatment, didn’t it pain his own heart?

Despite the burning pain in her hand, Enna Clark faced Old Master Lawrence with the composure of a guest visiting the house, untouched by the atmosphere around. She spoke calmly and collectedly, “Grandpa, long time no see. I didn’t inform you before coming to visit. Sorry for the intrusion.”

Her demeanor was neither humble nor overbearing, and her tone was composed.

Even this bearing alone was worlds apart from a year ago.

It clearly showed how much she had progressed.

Enna Clark took out a palm-sized box from somewhere, released her grip on the whip, walked up to Old Master Lawrence, and handed over the small box, “I rushed over and didn’t prepare any gift for you. This is a small token of my sentiment, I hope you like it.”

She displayed politeness, etiquette, and attitude with great cultivation.

Old Master Lawrence raised his eyebrows slightly but did not take it, his indifference as if he hadn’t seen it at all, clearly intending to leave Enna Clark embarrassed!

Baron Lawrence frowned, about to step in and save Enna from the awkward situation.

Unexpectedly, Enna Clark was even more composed than Old Master Lawrence, as if she had anticipated such a situation. Without the slightest embarrassment of being snubbed, she placed the gift on the coffee table. With serene and collected eyes, she said, “Grandpa, Baron Lawrence is injured; I’ll take him out to apply some medicine first.”

She didn’t beat around the bush but spoke directly to Old Master Lawrence.

Though she did not seem dominant, her tone and words were not asking for permission.

They were more like informing!

After Enna Clark spoke, she didn’t wait for Old Master Lawrence’s reaction; instead, she turned to face the man, whose complexion was pale. Frowning slightly, she took his arm and placed it over her shoulders, “Baron Lawrence, let’s go.”

In doing all this, her actions were smooth and showed not a hint of timidity.

From beginning to end, she stood in front of him, as if protecting him!

Baron Lawrence had never been protected by anyone, and a novel feeling welled up in his heart. Under this strange sensation, he actually didn’t resist and followed her steps, walking out…