Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: There are four or five missed calls above Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: There are four or five missed calls above Later, she never had the chance to know that he had known all along about the thousand paper cranes she had made for him. He had just never told her, all to see her stealthy joy and playful manner.

Old Master Lawrence’s steely eyes suddenly softened.

It was as if the stubborn ice within had shattered, abruptly freeing him from his reminiscence. In that instant, a face normally so dignified it bordered on harsh, betrayed a deeply human expression of regret and fatigue.

When he looked at Enna Clark again, the coldness present upon his entry had dissipated, his gaze growing complex.

He didn’t disturb the person who was still blissfully unaware of his presence, continuously folding paper cranes, his thoughts tinged with nostalgia, affection, and… regret.

He stood silently for over ten minutes, then suddenly pressed his lips into a thin line and turned to leave.

He had made no noise entering, and he made none leaving. Enna was completely unaware that Old Master Lawrence had been there…

The housekeeper was still anxiously pacing outside.

Seeing Old Master Lawrence exit so soon, he paused, then approached him. “Old Lord, about Miss Clark…”

Old Master Lawrence seemed to age a few years in an instant, closing his eyes, concealing the tumult of emotions within, and just as quickly reopening them to regain his usual lofty demeanor, “Let’s go.”

The housekeeper, witnessing this sequence of expressions, was even more baffled.

What was going on?

What exactly had Old Lord said to Miss Clark? Or what had Miss Clark said to him? Why had the Old Lord left so quickly? And his mood was so erratic, as if… he had been subjected to some kind of shock or blow.

Though puzzled, the housekeeper didn’t dare to ask, following behind Old Master Lawrence, in step with him as they left the study…

Enna continued her task until the sun set and night fell, then stretched languidly and carefully hid the half-finished creations.

Checking her phone, there were 4 or 5 missed calls.

All from the same number—Baron Lawrence!

The earliest Caller ID showed half an hour ago!

Enna’s head exploded with shock, and she hastily stood up, grabbed the finance book, and had just reached the door when a man, grim as the devil, was already blocking the entry. Clenching his teeth he growled, “Enna Clark, why didn’t you answer the phone?”

He had asked her to get a book, and not only had she taken four or five hours, but she hadn’t even answered the phone!

Had he not cornered her in the study, he would have thought the Old Man had taken her away!

Feeling guilty, afraid he would discover her little secret, Enna braced herself and replied, “I’m sorry, I had my phone on silent, I didn’t notice your calls.”

Baron Lawrence snatched her phone and checked it, indeed verifying it was on silent. Enna hadn’t lied. His eyebrows knotted, and his lips pressed into a straight line, “Be more careful next time.”

In the Lawrence family, if she didn’t answer her phone, he would worry!

Not about her safety, but concerned that the Old Man might do something to her!

With someone like the Old Man, it was fine if he did nothing, but if he did, it would never be minor, and Enna might not be able to handle it.

So, during her time in the Lawrence household, it was best for her to stay within his line of sight, for his peace of mind.

Still, his complexion didn’t improve much.

In the midst of his troubled mood, Enna belatedly realized, “Baron Lawrence, why are you out? Your injuries…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted, her hand firmly taken in his, “I’ve only hurt my back, I’m not crippled. Come on, I’ll take you to dinner.”