Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2384: Chapter 2393: The Photos Are Proof

Because all these photos are intimate... bed photos of her and Baron Lawrence.

The boldness of them left people speechless.

Enna Clark admired them one by one, then put down the photos, waiting for what would come next.

Miranda Lewis didn’t disappoint her; she immediately couldn’t wait to start saying, ”Enna, I know you don’t believe me, so I let you see these photos. The child in my belly is indeed President Lawrence’s, and these photos can prove it.”

”Do you remember that time when President Lawrence returned so late? I told you at the last banquet that President Lawrence was actually with me. We...” Miranda made a coy expression, lowered her head, and then looked up sweetly and sadly, saying, ”I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I can’t control myself. Enna, I’m sorry. I made a mistake, but liking someone is not wrong.”

”Miranda, don’t you have any shame?” She rarely spoke to anyone in such an impolite manner, but with Miranda, she really couldn’t manage to be polite.

If it were someone else being scolded, they would have been angry long ago. But Miranda wasn’t; not only was she not angry, she was a bit secretly pleased to see Enna Clark finally not as calm as before. Enna scolding her showed she cared. She couldn’t show how pleased she was, so she falsely covered up her nearly rising mouth corners, resulting in a strange twitching state, combined with her fake guilty look, utterly fake. But Miranda didn’t think so; she even thought she controlled herself well, wiping away non-existent tears with her hand, apologizing with flushed eyes, ”Enna, don’t be mad. I know what I did was wrong, and this has nothing to do with President Lawrence; it’s all because of me.”

”I’m shameless for falling in love with my brother-in-law. Enna, I really like him, it hurts so much. I know it’s too much to tell you this. I had no intention of doing anything; I approached you that day at the banquet just because I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I wanted to provoke you a little. In fact, I never intended to do anything.”

”You ’intervened’ in someone else’s marriage, and you still feel uncomfortable?” Enna Clark snorted, simply not understanding her logic or worldviews.

How self-centered must she be to have the face to say something like that?

When she says these things, doesn’t she feel ashamed?

Miranda indeed didn’t blush; she had long discarded shame to rise to power. Without any shame left, how could she blush? Yet she insisted on acting blushing in front of Enna Clark, awkwardly explaining, ”Because when you like someone, you want to have them. I couldn’t control my jealousy towards you.”

”You like someone else’s husband, want to have someone else’s husband, and you think it’s because of love. It’s only natural to feel uncomfortable and to go trouble others?” Enna Clark stood up, staring down at her, saying coldly and deliberately, ”Miranda, please stop insulting the word ’love.’ Love hasn’t offended you; don’t use love as an excuse. Have you ever asked love’s opinion?”

These words left her no face, almost like a direct slap across Miranda’s face.

The slap was crisp and resounding.

Miranda was overwhelmed by her powerful presence, for a moment feeling her ugly face could no longer be hidden.