Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: The Woman Who Is More Important Than Life Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: The Woman Who Is More Important Than Life Baron Lawrence had never contemplated such a scenario, yet reasoning told him it was a possibility.

When that man raised the chair to smash it towards Enna Clark, Baron was too late to kick the assailant away. His body’s first instinct was to spin around and shield the petite woman in his arms, bearing the full brunt of the attack.

The chair struck him right on the back of his head.

Then, as if possessed, the man pulled out a knife and stabbed several times. Baron could have dodged right away, kicking the man aside.

But then, Enna Clark cocooned in his arms would have been exposed, likely to be pierced by the knife.

At that moment, for reasons unknown, he reflexively chose the least advantageous move, embracing her, using his body to block the blade until an opportunity arose to kick the assailant away.

Before collapsing, he thought he had gone mad.

It was just a woman, after all. Even if he liked her, was she worth risking his life?

The value of his life was definitely not something that could be compared to hers.

However, no matter how much logic dictated, at that moment, his body was utterly out of control—it naturally sacrificed itself for this woman, not even sparing his own life!

Just as Scott Harris had said, he got Enna Clark’s name tattooed on his left wrist because he wanted to place her above his heart, and even his life!

Back then, he scoffed at the idea, yet when actually faced with danger, he realized he truly valued this woman more than his life!

More important than his own life.

So, had he truly pursued this woman before? Even after her rejection, did he swallow his pride, chase her to Capital City, and despite his mysophobia, bought the house next door to hers, just to prevent her from being in a relationship?

Baron Lawrence felt a sense of disbelief, but upon reflection, he sensed it was something he could indeed do.

If he truly valued a woman more than life itself, then no matter what, he had to make her fall in love with him.

There was no why.

In his principles, love was possession—he couldn’t care less about the nonsense called letting go.

He would never let anyone go.

If he had fallen in love, if it was a matter of life and death for him, then that person must love him. If not, he would rather die than give that person a chance to love someone else!

So, back then, was that what he was thinking when he purchased that toy-like house and moved next to Enna Clark’s? To ensure she didn’t have the chance to like anyone else without accepting him first?

Damn it, why could he relate to the thoughts of that immature, domineering man Scott Harris described? Even feeling a sense of resonance?

Wasn’t he convinced that he would never chase after a woman, let alone continue to pursue her after being rejected?

A feeling of irritation surged once again in Baron Lawrence’s chest.

Something seemed to flash through his mind, and he had the sensation that he was on the verge of a breakthrough…

Just then, a gentle voice called out by his ear, “Baron Lawrence.”

That voice, it was as if it penetrated his eardrums, directly striking his soul!

“Baron Lawrence.”

The person calling his name seemed unaware of the power of her voice as she called out again.

His eyes hadn’t yet opened, but he was acutely aware of the delicate changes in his body. It was as if all the warmth started flowing towards his lower abdomen, the speed so fast he couldn’t control it…