Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1973: Chapter 1983: Because He’s My Man, and You’re a Woman

Such a man is so cowardly!

Actually, he behaved quite cowardly today! At least in his view, it was cowardly! If it had been in the past, encountering such a situation, he would have rushed into the crowd, grabbed those stirring things up, and beaten them up.

But today’s situation was different. He wanted to do that, but if he had done it, it would only have brought more trouble upon this woman.

So he chose to endure it.

What he didn’t expect was for Enna Clark to explode at the end, and with such strength, directly suppressing the chaos and majestically taking him away.

How to describe this feeling... Although it felt like relying on a woman, it was surprisingly damn good!

The feeling of being protected by Enna Clark, damn, it made him happy!

Enna Clark disagreed with him, retorted with frustration, "So I should just watch as you get pelted with eggs?"

Baron Lawrence glanced at her, almost smiled, pressed her forehead with his hand, and said matter-of-factly, "I am a man, you are a woman. It’s natural for a man to protect his woman. Don’t say it was just eggs today; even if it were bullets, I should block them for you!"

Such masculine talk coming from his mouth unexpectedly had a tyrannical romance!

Enna Clark didn’t know what to say, bit her lip, feeling both annoyed and helpless, "I’m just afraid that one day you will actually take a bullet for me, what will you do if you do take a bullet for me?"

"Anyway, I won’t die!" If he died, this woman would have no husband, and given Tobias Clark’s personality, he would surely arrange someone for her future, so he absolutely wouldn’t die!

Enna Clark was almost amused by his words.

Where did he get the confidence to say it so convincingly?

He’s very good, but he’s not an immortal. Even immortals wouldn’t dare to say they wouldn’t perish, yet he says he won’t die as if it’s a given.

The originally serious atmosphere was ruined by his words, making it impossible for Enna Clark to stay serious. But when thinking of what happened earlier, her heart still felt gripped by an invisible hand, indescribably low.

She bit her lower lip, paused, grabbed his hand, looked up, and emphasized while looking into his eyes, "Baron Lawrence, no matter what, let’s agree on something first. Next time, you can’t do this. When you do this, I feel really bad. Put yourself in my shoes and imagine yourself blocking eggs for me, but you can’t do anything else—would you feel bad?"

She would rather the eggs were thrown at both of them than him shielding her alone, absorbing all the insult.

The proud man glanced deeply at her. Just when Enna Clark thought he would agree, he suddenly let go of her hand, released her, and said perfunctorily, "I don’t feel bad!"

He only felt like killing someone!

Seeing him trying to escape, Enna Clark immediately called out to him, "Baron Lawrence, I haven’t finished speaking."

"Alright, talk about it later. Didn’t you say you wanted me to take a shower first? I’m going to shower now; I feel sticky and annoyed." He waved his hand impatiently, not giving Enna Clark any chance to speak.

Anyway, this woman just keeps saying that one thing: telling him not to protect her when she encounters danger.

He could promise her anything, but not this one thing!

If a man can’t even protect his own woman, what’s the point of being a man!