Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Suddenly Transferred

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“You know, like those news stories on TV all the time? The ones about divorced women getting greedy for some young eye candy and ending up being robbed of money and virtue.”

“From now on, you are forbidden to watch TV!” Without waiting for his protest, Enna Clark took a breath and continued, “The person who brought me home last night was a friend of a friend, and we’re not in the kind of relationship you think. I don’t even know him, how could I possibly be with him?”

The person who brought her home last night was Uncle Harper’s ‘driver friend’ , and she hadn’t even gotten a good look at the guy, so how could they be together?

Besides…

“Darling, listen to me closely. Mummy is telling you, I have no plans to find you a dad, not now, and not in the future. Although I can’t give you a dad, I’ll give you all the love I can. You’ll always be my dearest Bobby, so don’t ever do anything like you did today again, okay? You’re putting Mummy in a very awkward position, I won’t even know how to face Uncle Wyndham.”

“You’re never going to get married?”

“No, not getting married.” That hidden marriage with her gay husband doesn’t count, right? After all, once they each got what they needed, they would part ways.

Tobias Clark took a deep breath, his little face tightened up with seriousness and after a long pause, he said slowly, “Woman, don’t worry. I’ll grow up fast, and make money soon. Then I’ll treat you to all the best food and drinks!”

“Pfff—” Enna was amused by his words, and pinched his cheek, blinking her eyes, mimicking his serious expression, “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Having resolved the biggest issue, she stood up in a good mood, and took little

Bobby’s hand again, “Let’s go, we’re having barbecue tonight.”

They had only taken one step when they were yanked back. Her dear Bobby rolled his eyes and said decisively, “Go home!”

Enna was puzzled, “Why? Don’t you love barbecue? You were fussing about having it the day before yesterday.”

“That was the day before yesterday.” Tobias Clark casually put one hand in his pocket, with an air of coolness, looking very much like someone, “The day before yesterday, I thought you could reel in a wealthy husband. Now that you can’t, of course we’re not eating.”

Enna was speechless but persisted, “It’s just one barbecue meal, Mummy can still afford it.”

“But you don’t have a man to support you, and you won’t have one until I grow up. So, before I grow up, we have to save money!”

Tobias Clark waved his little hand, putting an end to the discussion.

“Go home!”

Monday.

As soon as Enna Clark arrived at the office, before she even had the chance to put her bag down, Tiffany Clifford dropped a bomb on her, “Enna, we’ve been moved to the evening shift.”

Enna frowned, hurriedly putting her bag down, “Whose idea was that? Fathead

Fish? Because I offended Mr. Smith?”

“I don’t know.” The evening or afternoon shift didn’t make any difference to her, but she knew for Enna, who had a child at home, the afternoon shift would be more convenient. She furrowed her brows, pondering, “I don’t think it was Fathead Fish’s doing, you know his temper. If he knew you pushed that old lecher into a toilet, he would definitely chop us to death with a kitchen knife. It’s probably the higher-ups’ decision.”

“…The higher-ups?

“You know, the new president.” Tiffany Clifford approached Enna conspiratorially, eager to gossip, “I heard from Sandy, the new president showed up at eight o’clock this morning. Thea Wood who was on the morning shift even ran into him.. According to her, our new president is super handsome, with long legs and a good-looking face…”