Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
Chapter 1342 - Chapter 1342 Chapter 1342 Then Ill Wait Till My Next Life

Chapter 1342: Chapter 1342: Then I’ll Wait Till My Next Life Chapter 1342: Chapter 1342: Then I’ll Wait Till My Next Life Enna Clark didn’t flinch under his sharp, penetrating gaze. She maintained her previous action as naturally as if there were stars hidden in her eyes, which involuntarily reminded people of the meteor shower that night.

The stern man couldn’t sustain his tense expression any longer, his eyes shifted away again, and he released her wrist, “I don’t like you!”

Having said that, he flung his hand away and turned back to his swivel chair.

Startled by his rejection, Enna first paused, then seeing his stern face, expressionless, it seemed more like he was the one who had been turned down.

For some reason, she couldn’t help but want to laugh.

She walked over unhurriedly and stood in front of him, pressing him, “Why?”

Damn it, was this woman’s skin made of city walls!

Baron Lawrence’s brows furrowed as if they could kill a fly, his thin lips pressed together briefly, “What why?”

“Why don’t you like me? Didn’t you say last night that you could consider it?” Enna finished speaking and felt her own skin had thickened. There was no helping it, his attitudes changed too frequently, too capriciously.

Thinking of last night, Baron Lawrence thought of the star necklace she had given him, and with the necklace in mind, he thought of how she had played him like a monkey these past few days. His hawk-like eyes suddenly darkened, he lifted his austere chin, “I’ve considered it, I don’t like.”

“Oh.”

Enna didn’t continue to cling and demand answers as he had expected. After a single ‘oh,’ she turned to walk away.

Baron felt like he had punched cotton, only to have the stone inside cut the back of his hand!

Watching the woman head towards the door, he sprung up in an instant, kicking over the chair, and in three strides caught Enna’s wrist, barking, “Where do you think you’re going? Did I say you could leave?”

Enna had never seen such a temperamental person. Sure, he’d been capricious before, but he had improved a lot.

Today, he seemed far more irritable than before. What on earth was making him so irritable? Taking a breath, Enna remained calm under his towering rage, surprisingly not trembling at all, “I just wanted to go back to the couch to sit down, I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

“You just rejected me, didn’t you? I thought I’d wait until you were done with your work before asking if you might reconsider liking me.”

…I thought I’d wait until you were done with your work before asking if you might reconsider liking me.

Baron Lawrence’s towering anger seemed to be suddenly doused. He paused in his breathing, and though his handsome face still looked a bit upset, “What if I still don’t like you?”

This question was too embarrassing, tantamount to being rejected again.

After being turned down twice in a row, Enna remained composed, her face breaking into a cheerful smile, “Then I will ask again tomorrow.”

“…”

“If not tomorrow, then the day after. One day, you will think of me.”

The remaining irritability in Baron’s mood wore down strangely. The anger at feeling deceived since discovering Enna was Ms. Clark seemed shattered as well, his eyes abruptly took on a complex look. Yet his lips bitingly retorted, “Where do you get the confidence that I will definitely think of you? Do you know how many women are waiting for me to consider? Even if you queue until your next life, it’s not necessarily your turn!”

“Then I’ll queue until my life after the next,” Enna replied good-temperedly.

“…” Baron Lawrence was momentarily speechless.