Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1386: Chapter 1386: Has Baron Lawrence Remembered? Chapter 1386: Chapter 1386: Has Baron Lawrence Remembered? Unaware of the events taking place in the Lawrence Family, Enna Clark in Spirelin City was completely in the dark.

After she had finished her call with Old Master Lawrence, she made another call to Edward Jackson. She briefly explained the situation here and asked him to take care of Gigi and pick up Bobby after school.

Once she hung up the phone, she returned to the hospital room.

In the VIP Hospital Room with its pristine white walls and bedding, a pale-faced person lay motionless.

Enna pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, gazing intently at the person lying there.

Her gaze slid from his smooth forehead down to his brow ridges, and from his dashing brows to his tightly shut eyes.

Because the person in the bed lay so still, she could make out his thick eyelashes clearly.

Enna rarely saw men with lashes as proud and curly as Baron Lawrence’s. Most men’s lashes were relatively short, and some were so sparse they seemed nonexistent. But Baron Lawrence was different—his lashes were like little fans, particularly noticeable when he squinted.

And, with his innate features that were deeply contoured and sculpted, his long lashes particularly accentuated the exoticism he exuded.

To the unknowing, one would believe he was of mixed heritage upon first glance, simply because his facial features and lashes differed from those of people from Country W.

Enna couldn’t help but reach out, her fingertip gently brushing across his long, dense eyelashes. A ticklish sensation traveled from her fingertip as it followed the slumbering man’s lashes down to his proud nose, gliding down the bridge before finally resting on his pale but sensual lips that had lost all color…

Maybe it was the characteristic of his personality, but despite his lips appearing pale due to excessive blood loss, their temperature hadn’t dropped and were still burning hot. It was as though a fire was hidden underneath the pale, thin lips, scalding her fingertips until they trembled.

Enna withdrew her gaze, her eyes involuntarily falling on the bandaged head, her lips pursing into a straight line.

—”Enna, get out of the way!”

—”Run now, while they’re still down!”

—”Damn it, just go, did you hear me!”

Scenes from the Logistics Warehouse flashed before her eyes, involuntarily tightening her heart.

Her eyes, filled with complexity, turned to the unconscious man on the bed.

Perhaps it was because his eyes were closed, but he seemed entirely devoid of his usual domineering presence; his handsome features resembled the sun god Apollo as if he had descended to earth, flawless as if cast from a mold.

Enna gazed at his face, slightly in a trance.

She remembered the expression on Baron Lawrence’s face as he rushed over when the chair was about to hit her, and the tone of his voice.

Both his expression and tone at that time were so much like before.

Especially when he dashed over, gripped the back of her head, forcefully buried her face into his chest, and told her to be quiet—that moment made her feel as if he indeed remembered everything.

It was as if he had never forgotten her at all!

Enna gave a wry smile, thinking how preposterous the notion was. How could Baron Lawrence possibly remember her so suddenly?

But…

She couldn’t describe the feeling Baron Lawrence gave her in that moment, the way he held her, protected her, and refused to let go of her as if his life depended on it—she truly felt he had remembered.

If he hadn’t remembered, they had known each other for how long?

Why would he risk his life to protect her?