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Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Enna Clark, You Want to Take the Ball and Run, Right?
Enna watched her figure disappear in the hall. Just as she was about to turn around, her wrist was grabbed and pulled tightly into an embrace. The overpowering presence of male pheromones bore down on her, “Enna, I really want to take you right now!”
This was the Leisure Hall, and there were other people besides them inside. He not only hugged her intimately in front of so many people but also said something so ambiguous. Enna’s ears suddenly turned red, and she pushed him away. “Baron Lawrence, you’re pressing on me.”
He not only wanted to hold her tightly, but also wanted to fiercely enter her body!
He didn’t want to let go at all!
There was no way he could let go of Enna, who was asserting her sovereignty like a little hen!
“Enna, if I had known that just one Amelia Young would make you admit that I’m your man, I would’ve dragged that pretentious woman before you long ago! I wouldn’t have had to go through so much trouble, being tormented by you almost to the point of death, just to barely hear you say you like me!” He practically spat the words out through gritted teeth.
If he had known that Amelia could make her utter so many sweet words, he would have already imprisoned Amelia and brought her before Enna every few days to make her say sweet things!
However…
“Enna, how did you think of using pregnancy to anger that woman?”
Just now when she was pulling his hand towards her stomach, there was a moment when his heart clenched, as if she really was pregnant.
Enna felt awkward and looked up, her eyes shifting as she whispered, “Baron Lawrence, I really am pregnant.”
I really am pregnant…
Really pregnant…
Pregnant…
Baron Lawrence suddenly tightened his grip around her wrist, his hawk-like eyes deepening and narrowing to a sharp gaze. His voice elevated, “What did you say?!”
With his outburst, everyone in the hall looked over —
Enna wanted to yank him aside to lower his voice but was also eager to share the good news with him. “Baron Lawrence, I’m pregnant. I felt that my stomach wasn’t comfortable very often, and I was always prone to nausea. You know, a lot of things have happened recently, and at first, I didn’t pay much attention to this little issue. But when I returned from the mountain villa, Bobby gave me a piece of strawberry cookie, and I suddenly felt nauseous. That’s when I thought I might be pregnant.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Baron Lawrence’s face didn’t look good.
“At that time, I wasn’t sure if I was really pregnant. I just felt that the nausea was like being pregnant. I thought about going to the hospital for a check-up and getting a confirmed answer before telling you.”
Baron Lawrence didn’t believe her. He gripped her wrist harder, his hawkish eyes fierce and piercing. “You also found out about my situation with Emilia Goldsmith at that time. You thought there was something between Emilia and me. You wanted to keep it from me, so if I really had a relationship with another woman, you could take Bobby and the child in your belly and leave, right?!”
“You were afraid that if you told me about your pregnancy, I would have someone watch you! There is no easy way for you to leave me anymore!”
She wanted to take the child and run!
Five years ago, when she got pregnant with Tobias’s child, she hid it and took the money to run. Now that she’s pregnant again, she’s still hiding it from him, isn’t her intention to run away with the child?!
Baron Lawrence narrowed his hawkish eyes involuntarily, grabbing her tighter. His heart felt like it was stricken with a terminal illness. More than the surprise of finding out she was pregnant, he felt anger at the discovery of her thoughts of leaving him!
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