Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 564: Enna Clark Discovers the Harsh Truth

“Baron Lawrence, Bobby is calling me.” She struggles futilely, her eyes filled with panic.

His arms trap her as if they were iron vices, his stunning features reminiscent of Ancient Greek gods, as if he was at the breaking point of endurance, his lips move closer to hers, “I’m also asking you!”

“Enna Clark, if I tell you you’re carrying a daughter, I will be extremely upset. Can you not keep the baby for my sake?”

“…”

His ardent breath blows on Enna Clark’s face, his hawk-like eyes unnervingly serious, as if he obstinately needed to know an answer, “Would you not keep the baby for me?”

“This is purely a hypothetical question. Since it’s a hypothetical, it presupposes non-existence, I cannot answer you.” Enna Clark’s eyes flickered briefly as she tried harder to push him away, “Move aside, Bobby is back.”

A woman’s intuition tells her, she must leave at once, otherwise Baron Lawrence’s next words might be something she cannot accept!

Baron Lawrence grabs her shoulder and pulls her back against the wall, gritting his teeth as he growls, “What if it’s not hypothetical!”

“…What do you mean?”

“Enna Clark, everything you’ve heard is true, they’re my true feelings. If you’re pregnant with a daughter, I will abort her!”

A wave of shock and fury surges through her, in her state of horror and rage, she raises her hand and swings a slap towards him—

The haughty man shows no intention of dodging, standing still without any movement.

Just as her slap was about to land on his face, it stops abruptly. Enna Clark’s lifted hand slowly forms a fist, her bright eyes defiant, “Why.”

She still doesn’t believe he’s such a misogynistic scum that he would abort a baby just because it’s a girl!

There must be a reason!

“What exactly did Emilia Goldsmith tell you on the phone that day?”

She grits her teeth tight, her spine tensing.

“Baron Lawrence, I don’t want to hear lies.”

“….” Baron Lawrence’s thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, as if he was trying to suppress something. Finally, he releases Enna Clark’s shoulder, his fist slamming into the wall!

‘Bang!’ His punch was especially hard, leaving a bloody imprint on the wall. His eyes conceal a bout of restlessness, as he gazes intently at the pale-faced woman in front of him, his gaze traveling from her tightly sealed lips to her flat belly. From her belly, his gaze sweeps over to meet her eyes again, frustration evident, “Damn it! Do you really want to know?”

“Enna Clark, I warn you, knowing will bring you no benefit!”

Is he hiding something from her? Enna Clark’s heartbeat skips a beat, she takes a deep breath, “Yes, I want to know.”

Baron Lawrence grabs her wrist involuntarily, his fingers tightening their grip, “I can tell you, but you must swear that even after knowing, you will not cry, not be upset, not be depressed!”

Human emotions can hardly be controlled at will, his demand is way too high-handed. But right now, all Enna Clark wants is to know the reason. Even knowing that emotions are not something humans can control at will, she raises her hand and swears, “Okay, I promise. No matter what I hear next, I will not cry, not be upset, not be depressed.”

“Because I carry the flawed DNA of our family. If it’s a daughter, she will inherit the defective DNA. If it’s a son, he will only be a carrier.” He enunciates every word, every word biting with especially clear emphasis.