Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: Enna Clark woke up!

This bitch!

Jacob Clark wished he could just kill her.

As his anger reached its peak, he somehow managed to quickly calm down. Clenching his fists, his face darkened, and he said, “I’ll think of a way.”

Juliet Jordan had been prepared to fully confront him, but she was not expecting him to cave in so soon. She was slightly taken aback and somewhat touched as she called out, “Jacob… ”

Jacob Clark disgustedly shook her off, turned around, and went upstairs without giving her a single glance throughout the process.

Juliet’s face ran the gamut of colors from red to white to green, and finally settled on a livid hue. She slumped back into the sofa as if drained of all strength, covered her face, and began crying.

If only she hadn’t allowed that illegitimate daughter in back then… No, actually, she should have dealt with her right from the start, and there wouldn’t be so much trouble now. She didn’t know how her little Jasmine was doing now, and if that illegitimate daughter was bullying her…

Enna Clark had been unconscious for two days and nights.

On the evening of the third day, her fingers finally showed a faint twitch, and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Enna Clark!”

A domineering, hoarse voice rang out almost simultaneously!

Staring at the ceiling with her still foggy eyes, her mind felt muddled. Suddenly, a handsome face with a haggard yet captivating expression blocked her view of the ceiling.

“Enna Clark, speak up! I order you to speak, do you hear me?”

Damn it, the doctor said there might only be some aftereffect in her left leg. So why wasn’t this woman showing any response?

He thought of vegetative patients.

His heart suddenly sank.

And his fists clenched tight.

If this woman became a vegetable… he would fuck her back to mobility!

Baron Lawrence’s chest heaved, his hawk-like eyes locked onto Enna’s, and he growled suppressing his impatience, “Enna Clark, do you still recognize who I am?”

He could tolerate her becoming a vegetable, but he couldn’t tolerate her not recognizing him!

As Enna Clark’s consciousness returned, her vision grew clear. She saw the man’s haggard yet handsome face and could only think of one person: the domineering maniac Baron Lawrence.

Was he stupid?

She blinked and opened her mouth, “Ah… ”

She meant to call out his name, but at the last moment, she realized that her mouth was full of the taste of blood. As soon as she opened her mouth, air rushed in, and her throat felt as if it were being scraped by a blade, the discomfort unbearable.

Even simple words had turned into hoarse, broken sounds.

Baron Lawrence’s face changed abruptly, his hawk-like eyes narrowing to a needle-sharp focus. He leaned down and asked urgently, “Enna Clark, where do

you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel unwell anywhere?”

He angrily kicked over a nearby stool and cursed, “Damn it, I’m going to call the doctor!”

As he turned to leave, Enna Clark mustered all her strength to lift her hand and grab onto his clothes.

The man who was about to rush out suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back.

Enna Clark saw the anxiety and impatience in his eyes, and it pained her heart. She forced herself to swallow the bloody taste, opened her mouth again, and said clearly, “Thirsty…

That time, her pronunciation was perfect.

Baron Lawrence’s hawk-like eyes suddenly lit up, much like a man wandering in the desert who had stumbled upon water. He clumsily poured a glass of water for Enna Clark.

Just as he was about to give the water to her, he seemed to remember something, frowned, and took a sip himself first.

Upon being sure that the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, he propped Enna Clark up into a sitting position. He drank the remaining water from the glass, leaned down, and mouth-fed it to her..