Chapter 69: Chapter 69: They’re Back
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Jasmine had always thought that even if everyone else didn’t support her, Juliet Jordan would definitely support her. Suddenly hearing Juliet tell her to give up, her emotions collapsed in an instant, and she slapped away Juliet’s hand, screaming hysterically, “No! I want to be with him! It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like me now, one day he will like me.”
“Jasmine!” Juliet’s hand turned red from Jasmine’s slap, and she looked at her angrily, “It seems you really need to clear your head. Think about what you’ve done on your own.”
With that, she went upstairs.
The living room was soon left with only Jasmine, standing alone. The pain on the left side of her face where it had been slapped was burning, and she felt both humiliated and upset.
Why couldn’t her dad support her in pursuing her own happiness?
Wasn’t it all because of the verbal marriage arrangement between Brother William and Enna Clark?
And Brother William, she knew all along that the reason he wouldn’t accept her was that he still had Enna in his heart.
What was so good about Enna Clark that everyone would be thinking of her?
Jasmine clenched her fists, a flash of malice in her eyes.
If… if Brother William saw Enna Clark with another man, would he still keep a place for her in his heart?
The moment the malicious thought surfaced, Jasmine was startled, yet that thought seemed to have taken root in her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get rid of it…
As if possessed, she took out her phone and dialed a number, “Hello? Weren’t you looking to borrow money from me? I can lend it to you, but on one condition – you help me do something. I want you to…”
Enna Clark had no idea that she had been targeted for no reason.
Three days later, she finally returned to Linton City from Country W.
As soon as they got off the plane, Scott Harris drove to pick them up, and helped them open the car doors, “Lord, Ms. Clark, welcome back.”
Baron Lawrence got in first, followed by Enna Clark.
After closing the doors for both of them, Scott went to the driver’s seat, started the car, and asked, “Lord, shall we go back to Bauhinia Garden first?”
“To the City Center.”
“Okay.”
The car smoothly drove out of the airport…
Enna stole a glance at him, feeling a little puzzled. They had just come back and he wanted to go to the City Center instead of resting. Wasn’t he tired? For the past three days she had witnessed firsthand how busy this man was.
Endless meetings and non-stop banquets.
Sometimes she fell asleep in the lounge next to the conference room, while he was in a meeting, and when she woke up, the meeting still wasn’t over.
With only 24 hours in a day, Baron seemed to treat each day as if it had 48 hours. His daily sleep time was reduced to a mere two or three hours, which he spent napping beside the meeting room before getting back to work.
Thinking about how he held her while sleeping every day, and even had his secretary arrange a small seat for her in the conference room in front of so many people so she could play with her laptop, Enna felt an indescribable awkwardness.
Baron Lawrence was oblivious to Enna’s awkvvardness. He reached out with his long arm, hooked her to his side, and placed his other arm casually around her shoulder. “Enna Clark, I heard from the manager that you wanted to cook for me during our stay in Pacifica. I’ve been too busy during the past few days, but now I have some free time. So, I’ll grant your wish.”
“…Actually, you don’t have to force yourself to fulfill that.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than she was fiercely glared at, “Stop babbling!”