Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1913: Chapter 1923: Bobby’s Condition

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Bobby was still upset about being embarrassed at the hospital, so he pouted and said, ”Are you planning to go out with Enna Clark later? If you’re not going alone with her, I’ll ask her to sleep with me.”

”Deal.” Baron Lawrence glanced at him and spoke calmly.

Bobby liked how straightforward he was, his mischievous eyes blinked and he directly put forth, ”Help me arrange the 750 thousand for Auntie Olivia.”

He thought he would ask for something else.

Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes and extended his hand, ”Deal!”

Though Bobby was reluctant, he unwillingly extended his hand and hooked his pinky with Baron’s, ”Pinky promise, a hundred years without change!”

After making the promise, he emphasized, ”We’ve agreed, you’re promised to help with Auntie Olivia’s money, you can’t back out.”

”Just 750 thousand, I wouldn’t go back on that.”

Such a small amount of money was insignificant to him.

If Bobby hadn’t put forth the request, this amount wouldn’t be worth his effort. But since Bobby did, and Baron promised, he would do his best.

Bobby felt assured and said sincerely, ”After dinner, I’ll tell her I’m tired and need to sleep, whatever happens next is none of my business.”

He meant that he agreed not to interfere, but whether Baron could invite her out was beyond his responsibility.

Baron’s proud jaw slightly lifted, his chiseled features perfectly defined, a masterpiece from any angle, ”That’s none of your concern.”

Better if he doesn’t have to worry about it.

Bobby withdrew his gaze and shifted his focus back on the TV, as if he hadn’t just been making a deal, watching with interest again.

Baron, out of boredom, also watched a bit.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get interested.

Was that woman crazy? Crying and explaining, the man explains, and she covers her ears shouting that she won’t listen! The man is crazy too; when she says she won’t listen, he keeps yelling for her to listen to the explanation. If it were him, he’d pin her against the wall, seal that nagging mouth, then explain.

Honestly, what’s so good about such a nonsensical TV series that makes Bobby watch it with such relish?

Bobby didn’t care if Baron found it interesting; as long as he enjoyed it himself, that’s enough.

His favorites were evil mothers-in-law, cunning mistresses bullying a white lotus female protagonist. As he watched, he liked thinking in his mind about what he would do if he were in their shoes.

Clearly, this scheming nature is a personal interest nurtured from a young age.

He watched for a full half hour before Enna Clark brought out the tomato and egg noodles she made.

”It’s time to eat.”

”Bobby, stop watching, go wash your hands and come over.”

”Oh, okay.” The person on the sofa reluctantly parted with the TV, jumped off the sofa, and dashed towards the bathroom.

”Mr. Harris, it’s time to eat,” Enna Clark continued to call.

Calling here and there, yet not addressing the most conspicuously present person.

Baron’s breathing felt strangled as if he was being choked, the veins in his temples throbbed suddenly, pulsing twice before his breathing grew heavier.

Despite looking like he was owed 750 thousand, Baron still didn’t need Enna Clark to call him, he rose on his own and strode his long legs towards the dining table...