Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 29 - : Forced Cohabitation

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The elevator ascended to the 11th floor, Baron Lawrence paused in front of the apartment door, holding her.

“Here.”

A magnetic card was stuffed into Enna Clark’s hand.

“What is this?”

“Are you really stupid or just pretend to be one? I don’t understand how you’ve managed to survive in City Hospital without being eaten alive.”

Baron Lawrence snatched the magnetic card from her hand and swiped it on the metal device at the door.

‘Click.’

The door opened in response.

“The security facilities in Bauhinia Garden are the best in Capital City. Access to apartments here is only granted by swiping a card. The elevators operate with advanced facial recognition systems. No one except the residents of this building can access this place, it’s absolutely secure. There’s also a supermarket on the basement floor downstairs. You can buy groceries and household items from there. Just swipe your door card for purchases at the supermarket. Each card has a limit of 15 thousand. After depletion, you need to recharge it at the property management office. I’ve never used the money on this card, feel free to swipe it as you see fit.”

Enna was stunned as this was the first time she had heard of using a door card to make purchases in a supermarket and just leaving with the items. But then, she quickly realized that there’s something off.

From giving her a diamond ring to this somewhere else, what exactly does he want to do?

“Baron…”

The man beside her had already entered first. Left with no choice, Enna had to follow him in.

“Baron Lawrence, I…”

“Shh.” The man walking in front in front halted, “Take a look, do you like it?”

Following the direction of his hand, Enna saw that the entire suite was decorated in a minimalist black and white style, full of Korean aesthetics. On the circular sofa, there were a dozen stuffed animal cushions, colorful and oddly out of place in the otherwise low-key and luxurious decor of the apartment.

But Enna’s fists tightened almost involuntarily, her nails dug into her flesh unnoticed.

She used to love stuffed animals and always liked to buy them and throw them onto the sofa, she didn’t expect Baron Lawrence to remember that.

“Do you like it?”

Her slightly cold hand was forcibly pulled, a tingling sensation traveled from her fingertips. Enna Clark came back to her senses abruptly, withdrawing her hand with a flare in her eyes,

“Young Master Baron.”

She took a deep breath, gazing at the displeased man from whom she had withdrawn her hand.

“Let’s talk.”

Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes and glanced at Adam Sinclair who was snickering and observing the apartment decor, “Get out.”

Sensing the awkwvard atmosphere between the two, Adam Sinclair took the hint and exited first, even ‘kindly’ closing the door behind him for them.

Baron Lawrence sat down on the sofa, exuding a forceful aura, and stretched out his hand, “Come here.”

Enna was still hesitating.

“Don’t you want to talk? Come over, sit next to me, let’s talk.”

“…Alright.”

Enna went over and sat down, but not next to him, she sat across from him.

But since the sofa was circular, sitting next to him and sitting across from him didn’t really make any difference, it just felt a bit psychologically better.

Originally, she thought that Baron Lawrence would ask her to move next to him. But to her surprise, he acted as if he didn’t notice this small detail. He sat cross-legged in a manner proud and domineering, “Go ahead, what do you want to discuss?”

His big hand curled around a strand of her long hair, playing with it. His movements were affectionate and intimate, as open to interpretation as they were evasive.

Enna swallowed hard, calming herself down, emphasizing, “Baron Lawrence, stop it, I want to have a serious talk with you.”

“Ha, sorry, I’m quite the opposite. Other than in bed, I don’t want to talk to you about anything. After all, everything you have to say is hardly more than some sentimental, affected words..