Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2238: Chapter 2247: Liberating Myself

Enna Clark was speechless.

She bit her lower lip.

Hesitated for a moment.

Baron Lawrence never really had much hope, after all, this woman was used to being reserved.

Just when he had lost hope.

Suddenly.

"Baron Lawrence—I like you—"

Loud enough for him to hear clearly.

"Baron Lawrence—Happy honeymoon—"

Enna Clark shouted out what she felt in her heart, and it felt much better than the old habit of holding back.

She did like him all along.

If she didn’t like him, would she be crazy enough to marry him?

The fact that she likes him, nothing more to say.

Her feelings are reasonable, rational, and legal.

"Baron Lawrence—Thank you—"

Compared to the previous two, this is what she wanted to say the most.

Thank you for meeting you, thank you for arranging all this, thank you for the little surprises in life, thank you for always being there, thank you for finally marrying me...

Enna Clark gazed brightly into the distance, where the sun, the sea, the seagulls, the island, all the breathtaking scenery were captured in her eyes, imprinted in her mind.

She believed that even when she’s old and gray, she’d remember today, when he brought her here, letting her fly so freely like she was in the sky. Accompanying her through these beautiful sights.

This is probably what people call, deep love isn’t as good as long companionship.

Because being there together, is what life is about.

...

The consequences of being too indulgent were that after they came down, Enna Clark’s voice was completely hoarse.

Shouting and yelling against the wind, it blew into her throat, causing it to become sore.

Scott Harris brewed her a cup of honey water and handed it over, "Miss Clark, have some water."

"Mm, thank you."

Enna Clark took the cup and sipped it.

Warm water should have been comforting, but because her throat was hurt, it actually felt a bit painful.

Enna Clark frowned in discomfort.

A blanket was suddenly draped over her.

"Serves you right, who told you to completely let loose when you’re flying high!"

Enna Clark pulled down the blanket he threw, wrapped it around herself, and grumbled, "It’s because you took me out to play."

"I take you to the bathroom, does it mean you want to eat shit?"

"..."

Enna Clark decided to ignore him.

His words are too sharp.

She sat by the swimming pool, sipping her honey water absentmindedly.

Baron Lawrence, noticing she was ignoring him, raised his eyebrows. He undid the belt of his bathrobe, took it off, and gracefully dove into the large swimming pool, swimming away.

His movements were agile, like a mermaid in the water, astonishingly fast.

Enna Clark, who was sitting there drinking water, couldn’t help but be drawn to the person in the swimming pool.

Baron Lawrence swam back and forth quickly, and as if tired, suddenly burst out from the water, spraying droplets around.

More alluring than the droplets was his emergence from the water.

Describing a man as emerging like a lotus flower might be excessive, but with him, it was anything but.

Because he looked truly striking.

Water droplets slid down his muscular chest, that kind of hormonal, explosive sensuality, any woman would have a hard time looking away.

Enna Clark shamelessly took another couple of glances.

Fortunately, Baron Lawrence didn’t notice her small gesture, as he took a few moments to rest before diving back into the azure pool—

Scott Harris stood respectfully by the edge of the pool, a clean towel draped over his arm, silently waiting.