Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 815: Chapter 815: What Flavor Is the Lipstick?

The driver in front could hear everything clearly and was dying to interject.

Lord Lawrence wasn’t short on things to do lately, quite the opposite, he had been incredibly busy, with both military and business matters demanding his attention.

The reason he came to pick up Ms. Clark so early today was precisely because he hadn’t finished his military duties and had left early to personally pick her up from downstairs.

If he really waited to finish all his work, Lord Lawrence probably wouldn’t make it home tonight.

But the driver just thought to himself, not daring to actually speak up.

If he truly dared to interject, he could envisage, with the tips of his toes, the coal mines of Country T waiting for him.

Mr. Harris, the housekeeper, had already warned him that regarding anything to do with Ms. Clark, he should speak, look, listen, and interfere less, or else he would be in big trouble.

He vividly remembered a time when even Mr. Harris had been sent by Lord Lawrence to dig coal in Country T.

It was only later, when Lord Lawrence had something to investigate, that Mr. Harris was called back from the mines.

So it was better for him to act like a wooden figurine.

Baron Lawrence had no idea the driver was struggling with so many thoughts in front; had he known what was going through the driver’s mind, he would’ve sent him to Country T without a moment’s hesitation.

His hawkish eyes fell on the curious face of the little woman looking at him, her fair melon-seed face bare and unmade-up, giving her skin a pale, delicate appearance. She would’ve been mistaken for a fresh university graduate if not for the professional suit she wore. Pure and pleasant.

Especially those big eyes, watery, which always looked clear and bright, no matter when you saw them.

His gaze suddenly slid downward, landing on Enna Clark’s petal-like, tender lips.

Her face might have been free of makeup, but to enhance her complexion she had applied a bit of lip gloss. The color was pale, not the bright red that’s too garish but light, almost blending in with her natural lip color. If you didn’t look closely, you couldn’t even tell she had put on some lip gloss.

Baron Lawrence’s gaze lingered on her lips, his sexy Adam’s apple moving, but instead of answering her question, he suddenly asked, “Enna, did you put on lipstick?”

Lipstick?

Enna Clark was caught off guard by the question.

She had been asking him why he got off work so early today, how did he suddenly switch to talking about lipstick? That was quite a leap, wasn’t it?

“I did put a little on.”

“What flavor is it?” The Lawrence Corporation also had a cosmetics company, and although he did not use those products or pay much attention to them, he vaguely remembered seeing on the financial statements that women’s lipsticks were categorized, not just by color, but apparently by flavor too.

Enna Clark was a bit confused by the question, what flavor? She couldn’t remember, it was just a random purchase, “I think it’s chocolate, but I’m not sure. Why? Did I apply it crookedly?”

“Chocolate? That’s perfect.” Perfectly so, he suddenly felt like having chocolate, and since she offered it right to his mouth, he might as well give it a taste.

Perfect what?

Enna Clark quickly understood what was perfect, because the next second, her lips were enveloped by the man leaning over her, savoring them as if they were real chocolate, sucking on her lips, nibbling gently.

“Mmm…” His lips were soft, with a hint of mint, and when they pressed against hers, it induced an electrifying tingling sensation. Enna involuntarily pushed against his chest with both hands, subconsciously trying to push him away, “Baron… Baron Lawrence…”

With the driver still in front, even if he wanted to play the rogue, should he at least consider the place?