Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 504: Chapter 504: He is Paranoid!

Enna Clark was taken aback by the questioning and shook her head, trying to calm him down, “I didn’t do it on purpose, I forgot yesterday…”

“Forgot? Was it an accidental forgetfulness, or did you do it on purpose?” His obsession was that once he stubbornly determined something, ten bulls wouldn’t be able to pull him back. Determining the truth of a matter is just like liking someone, it’s not easy to change!

His handsome face was pale with rage, and he squeezed out through gritted teeth, “If I didn’t bring you here to ride today, would you continue to forget? Until your belly is too big to hide, and then you can run away?”

If it weren’t for his whim to teach her equestrianism today, maybe she wouldn’t have said a thing!

From the time they said they were coming to the racecourse, to when he went to pick a horse, she hadn’t mentioned pregnancy at all. Having sent Amelia Young away and about to go horse riding, she finally said she was pregnant and couldn’t ride. Who would believe she just forgot?

“I didn’t, really didn’t.”

She genuinely forgot unintentionally. Last night when she was about to tell him, Bobby came out of the study. She suddenly forgot to tell him about her pregnancy until Amelia just now mentioned equestrianism, and she remembered that it was an intense sport and pregnant women shouldn’t ride.

Baron Lawrence didn’t seem to trust her words, and his face remained dark.

The racecourse manager, unfortunately, didn’t have the eye to see what was happening and cheerfully said to Baron Lawrence, “Young Master Lawrence, the arena is ready. Would you like to play now?”

“Get out!” He thundered.

The manager was dumbfounded, not understanding where he went wrong, but still nervously and cautiously asked, “Young Master Lawrence… Aren’t you playing anymore?”

He had cleared the field and now wasn’t playing, what was going on…?

Baron Lawrence shot a cold glare, colder than Siberian air, so cold it reached the bones, “Don’t make me say it twice.”

Was this the second time to get out?

The manager no longer had any presence or daring to continue to ask whether to play or not. He tucked his tail and slunk away.

Enna didn’t expect him to get so angry over this. As she was thinking of how to make him believe her, he grabbed her right wrist and dragged her forward.

“Baron… Baron Lawrence, slow down.”

He was tall and long-legged when walking fast; Enna could only try hard to keep up so she wouldn’t fall behind.

Outside the racecourse, the driver was waiting aimlessly for them. Seeing them come out so quickly, he was shocked. Then he saw Baron Lawrence’s unwelcoming aura and proceeded with the utmost care, quickly helping them open the car door, while also sneakily taking a glance at Enna.

What happened to Lord and Ms. Clark? Weren’t they fine when they just came in?

He only dared to take a quick glance, helped to close the car door, and then went to the front.

“My Lord, are we going back to Bauhinia Garden now?”

Baron Lawrence pursed his thin lips, coldly saying, “To the hospital.”

The driver quickly glanced at them in the rearview mirror and hurriedly changed direction, driving to the City Hospital.

The Bentley glided silently along the road, the car too quiet, filled with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere that silently spread.

Enna endured for ten minutes, finally unable to bear it any longer. She turned her head to look at him and opened her mouth to say, “Baron Lawrence, I didn’t want to run away. I really forgot, and I didn’t do it on purpose.”