Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1382: Chapter 1382: Old Master Lawrence VS Skye Lawrence Chapter 1382: Chapter 1382: Old Master Lawrence VS Skye Lawrence 18 minutes later, a red Bugatti Veyron came to a screeching halt outside the Lawrence Ancestral Home.

Immediately afterward, a pair of beautiful legs emerged from the car.

Dressed in a business suit skirt, Skye Lawrence appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

The business suit skirt was too formal. Although it was a necessity for many occasions, few could pull off the look well, but Skye Lawrence was definitely an exception.

The light grey plaid business suit skirt she wore fitted her body perfectly, highlighting her proportionate figure, slender waist, and long legs. Paired with her unique aura of a powerful woman and her striking beauty tinged with a hint of masculinity, she exuded a feeling of dominance and allure.

She was the type of woman men would like and women would also admire.

She held a handbag and slammed the car door shut with a bang.

The Housekeeper had been waiting outside for her. Seeing her, he immediately greeted her, “First Young Lady, you’ve returned.”

Skye Lawrence didn’t waste any time; as she walked inside, she asked, “How’s Grandpa?”

“The Old Lord is in the drawing room,” the Housekeeper replied.

She furrowed her brows but continued to ask, “Did Grandpa say why he wanted to see me today?”

The Housekeeper, walking half a step ahead of her with eyes cast downward, replied with utmost respect, “No, the Old Lord did not mention it; he only asked me to phone the First Young Lady.”

Skye Lawrence’s frown deepened even more!

But it was only for a moment before she let it go, and asked with composure, “Has Grandpa been well lately? I’ve been busy, and the last time I saw him, he seemed to have a slight cold. Has he recovered?”

“To the First Young Lady, he has recovered; the Old Lord is very healthy,” the Housekeeper reassured her.

“That’s good to hear,” she responded.

Skye Lawrence stopped talking after that.

The Housekeeper did not initiate conversation either.

The Lawrence estate was vast; it took more than ten minutes to walk from the entrance to the castle’s drawing room.

The drawing room was designed in a completely European style. Its majestic 200 plus square meters and the pure European palace decor added a touch of regal elegance to its grandness.

As soon as Skye Lawrence entered, she saw the person sitting on the sofa.

The person’s back was toward her, casually pruning the branches and leaves of an expensive potted plant.

Next to him, the waste bin held several vividly blooming flowers.

Skye Lawrence’s nerves involuntarily tensed up; for some reason, every time she faced Old Master Lawrence, her heart would feel an inexplicable pressure. Even though he was her own grandfather, that didn’t lessen the sense of oppression.

She composed her expression and walked respectfully over to the sofa, calling out, “Grandpa.”

In response, there was absolute silence, as if the person within arm’s reach hadn’t heard her voice, indifferently continuing his task.

Skye Lawrence’s heart clenched once more; though she didn’t understand what was happening, her intuition told her it definitely wasn’t anything favorable for her.

She pursed her red lips and said nothing further.

Old Master Lawrence was even less likely to speak, continuing with the pruning of his potted plant.

His actions were deliberate, each leaf cut carefully considered before being made, as if pondering whether the leaf should be trimmed at all, whether it would disrupt the overall shape of the plant.

He pruned for half an hour, and Skye Lawrence also stood by his side for a full half hour. As formidable as she was, standing in a pair of stilettos for such a long time, her calf muscles stiffened, and she couldn’t help shifting her heels.