Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Chapter 437: If Scott Harris doesn’t look for you, won’t you look for me?

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Enna Clark knocked on the door of the President’s office with a thermos in hand.

As soon as she entered, she was shocked by the mess inside.

Did a typhoon just pass through?

She stepped around the papers scattered all over the floor and put the thermos on his desk, naturally unscrewing the lid as she took out food and said, “Scott Harris said you haven’t eaten all day; I made you some food. It’s simple, but have some. It’s not good for your stomach to skip meals.”

Baron Lawrence didn’t care about the food. He grabbed her wrist and towered over her, asking, “Why did you come to the company to find me?”

“I heard that you…”

“If Scott Harris didn’t come to you, would you not look for me?” Baron Lawrence interrupted her, his eyes unblinking.

Enna was taken aback.

She thought carefully about the question. If Scott Harris hadn’t come to her, she might not have come looking for him at the company so soon. After all, Baron Lawrence had left angrily, slamming the door behind him. She didn’t know if she should or shouldn’t find him, or what to say when she did…

Her silence, in Baron Lawrence’s eyes, was undoubtedly an admission. His chest was tight, as though it had been crushed. His face was ashen as he clenched her wrist tightly!

He didn’t notice that Enna still had food in her other hand, and when he grabbed her suddenly, she was unprepared. She shook her hand, and more than half a plate of food spilled out —

“Ah.”

The marble floor was stained with the sauce, and Baron Lawrence was momentarily stunned. He instinctively looked at the small woman in front of him, and when he saw that her wrist had been covered in oily broth and her eyes filled with pity for the spilled food, his rose-petal lips tightened!

Enna wasn’t actually upset about the spilled food. She was more upset that she had painstakingly cooked two dishes, and one was wasted before he even had a bite. She was torn about how to coax him into eating with just one dish left.

She struggled to free her wrist and whispered, “Baron Lawrence, let go of me first, and I’ll clean this up.”

Her wrist was suddenly released, and without thinking, she went to the side table, bent down, took out a few tissues, and crouched down to wipe up the spilled broth from the floor.

But as soon as she finished wiping, new sauce flowed out. Afraid that it would stain the papers on the floor, she turned her head and casually asked, “Where do you keep the broom in your office? I’ll clean this up while you eat.”

Baron Lawrence stood motionless!

Enna finished speaking and continued to mop up the sauce with tissues, her full attention on the spill. She brought all the tissues from the side table.

Seeing her squatting there, busy and completely oblivious to him, Baron Lawrence’s hands slowly clenched into fists…

Suddenly, he took a step forward, bent down, and yanked the crouching woman to her feet, dragging her out of the room!

Caught off guard, Enna stumbled, trying her best to keep up with his pace while asking in astonishment, “Where are you taking me?”

The grim-faced man didn’t pay her any attention as he strode out of the office, his steps rapid…

“Baron Lawrence, slow down, I can’t keep up with you…”

“Baron Lawrence…”

When Baron Lawrence emerged, several secretaries in the Secretary Office stood up, surprised to see Enna and quickly lowering their heads to greet him.

“President Lawrence.”

“President Lawrence.”

Embarrassed and helpless against the man’s sudden outburst, Enna modestly blushed and did her best to keep up with his pace.

‘Bang!’

He led Enna to a room, and with one brutal kick, flung the door open.