Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 688: Chapter 688: Break her damn leg!

The person delivering the letter shoved it into his hand and ran off without saying a word.

Baron Lawrence held the letter, a vague sense of unease spreading in his heart. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line as he tore open the envelope.

Inside, there was only a thin sheet of paper covered with densely written words.

Enna Clark!

Without even looking at the content of the letter, he already knew who had written it.

His brows furrowed as well…

His eyes fell on the paper, and just after reading the first sentence, his expression changed!

…Baron Lawrence, by the time you read this letter, I will have already left Yluria Country.

…I’ve considered millions of ways to bid you farewell, but in the end, I think this is the best one. I’m afraid that if I used any other method, I wouldn’t have the heart to leave. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. I know it’s wrong, but I have no other way.

…I’ve always wanted to be with you, not like this, but in a bright and just manner, standing on equal ground in a proper relationship. But if I continue like this, I will never be able to walk side by side with you. I know that if I told you, you would go against your grandfather’s wishes for me without hesitation. But I don’t want that; I don’t like the feeling of not being able to reach your world, nor the feeling of you compromising yourself to accommodate mine.

…Although the gap between us is invisible, I can feel it, and so can others. I didn’t care before, but as I’ve grown fonder of you, the gap has become more important to me. Baron Lawrence, do you know how easy it is to fall in love with you, but how difficult it is to be worthy of standing beside you? I never told you, but I’ve met your grandfather once, and it’s because of that meeting that I realized the gap between us.

…I want to become a better person, to stand hand in hand with you and be a worthy partner. I don’t want to be a burden to you, dragging you down. So, can you give me a year and a half? Please take care of Bobby for me. One year and a half from now, I’ll be waiting for you at our home in Capital City. I want to be with you, Bobby, and our little bun. If possible, let’s get married.

…Enna Clark.

Baron Lawrence scanned the entire contents of the letter, his gaze pinned on the last five words. His handsome face was ashen; his hand holding the letter involuntarily clenched, crumpling the paper. As the paper seemed to wrinkle into a ball, he struggled to restrain himself, enduring the visible veins on the back of his hand, then forced himself to let go. He picked up the nearby phone and made an irate call.

“Find out where the people from the Habsden Family’s European-style villa have gone, now!”

Fifteen minutes later.

The call came back, “Lord Lawrence, there’s no one there anymore. The Duke of Habsden had left Yluria Country on a private jet half an hour ago…”

“SHI-T!”

The phone was slammed onto the ground. The cold man’s face was extremely ugly, and he slammed his fist on the table! His deep, hawk-like eyes were filled with a storm of fury!

Enna Clark, how dare she! How dare she run away from him again behind his back! Who gave her the courage to do that!?

She better pray that Edward Jackson’s methods are good enough to keep her hidden, otherwise… His face was darker than the bottom of a pot!

Otherwise, he would break her damn leg!