Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1480: Chapter 1480: Just Turned Off the Phone! Chapter 1480: Chapter 1480: Just Turned Off the Phone! Baron Lawrence took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and his brows instantly furrowed.

The smile that had just begun to lift the corners of Enna Clark’s mouth slowly faded away. Unable to help herself, she turned and asked, “Baron Lawrence, who’s calling? Is there something wrong?”

She paused, then added softly, “If you’re busy with something, we can always shop another time. You go ahead with your business.”

It seemed like every date they had ended up this way.

Enna Clark was at a loss.

Baron Lawrence glanced at the Caller ID, which showed Nicholas Lawrence’s name, then suddenly reached out, hung up the call, and turned off his phone before slipping it back into his pocket. He grabbed the young woman’s hand, “There’s nothing now, let’s go.”

Enna Clark saw him hang up the call and turn off his phone in one fluid motion, and was suddenly pulled away. She couldn’t help but say, “Baron Lawrence, whose call did you hang up on? What if it was an emergency? You should turn on your phone and call back.”

“No,” he replied crisply, with just two words!

He couldn’t get any more domineering or willful!

Enna Clark choked on her words, not knowing what to say next. She stopped him by pulling on his hand, “Baron Lawrence, you should really call back. I’m worried…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the man with a hawk-like gaze had already outright threatened her, “To me, the most important thing right now is accompanying you to the Night Market. Everything else can wait until we get back! Waiting for half a day won’t kill anyone! If someone really can’t wait half a day, then that just shows they’re useless. They’re just wasting air by living!”

What he meant to say was probably wasting oxygen.

But anyway…

Her left wrist was firmly grasped, and as she listened to his words whispering in her ear, ‘To me, the most important thing right now is accompanying you to the Night Market,’ she felt an indescribable sensation in her chest, as if her heartbeat had sped up quite a bit.

She bit her lower lip.

The domineering man had taken her hand again, and after stubbornly intertwining their fingers, he pulled her towards the Night Market.

He was tall with long legs and an outstanding demeanor.

Moving among a crowd of young college students, he stood out like a crane among chickens.

Furthermore, wherever he went, he invariably drew the attention of those around him. Even some of the other men couldn’t help but take a look at his outfit and secretly ponder whether they should also buy a similar set of clothes.

The Night Market was essentially a street of small commodities. Aside from the stalls selling trinkets, the vendors selling phone screen protectors, clothing, and snacks were the most numerous.

Typically, stalls selling clothes or trinkets were surrounded by one or two college girls, either with their boyfriends or just a pair of best friends together.

Enna Clark looked at the young, innocent faces and couldn’t help reaching up to touch her own face.

It was just an unconscious small gesture, but the man beside her noticed it. His hawk-like eyes narrowed, and after sweeping over the direction Enna Clark was enviously looking, he pulled her in that direction…

Taken by surprise, Enna Clark stumbled, grateful for his steady grip. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have known if she had fallen, “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing?”

Why the sudden move? At least tell her where they were headed.

However, the domineering man didn’t give her a chance to speak, and directly dragged her in front of a stall. His lips moved slightly, “Choose whatever you want, and I’ll buy it for you!”

If she wanted stars from the sky, he would consider plucking them for her! So, there was no need for her to envy a few ugly-looking women!

Such domineering and doting words, if said in front of a high-end jewelry store, would certainly show off a president’s style. But in front of a Night Market stall where items were just a few dollars, it somehow felt… odd.