Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1839: Chapter 1829: Ask Her to Make a Cup of Coffee

Enna Clark had been driving too fast before and was a bit shaken. This time, she drove exceptionally slowly, and by the time she moved to Lawrence Headquarters like a tortoise, it was almost quitting time.

She took the elevator up to the 88th floor.

Despite it being close to the end of the workday, almost everyone was still very busy. When Enna arrived, no one particularly noticed her.

But Assistant Terrence definitely noticed her; as soon as she arrived, he greeted her, "Ms. Clark, you’ve arrived."

"Hello."

Assistant Terrence smiled warmly, as if something good had happened, and said to her with particular enthusiasm, "Ms. Clark, the President asked if you could help make a cup of coffee to take in."

Enna Clark, "..."

Assistant Terrence was afraid she would refuse, so he explained, "Ms. Clark, I’m sorry. I was supposed to make the coffee, but something came up on my end. I’m really sorry to trouble you to make it for me."

As long as Ms. Clark is around, President Lawrence’s mood tends to be better.

A good mood for President Lawrence means it will be a bit easier for everyone else, so how could he be unhappy?

Now he was willing to try anything to create opportunities for Ms. Clark to spend more time with President Lawrence.

"Ms. Clark... I’m really sorry to trouble you."

Enna Clark couldn’t refuse even if she wanted to, so she reluctantly agreed, "No problem, I’ll go make it."

Assistant Terrence immediately beamed, "That’s wonderful. I’ll have to trouble you to take it in for me in a bit. I need to head downstairs soon."

She had only agreed to make the coffee; she hadn’t planned on delivering it!

Enna Clark was just about to refuse when he slipped away as if he greased his heels and disappeared.

She resignedly pulled back her hand halfway up and quietly dropped it.

Forget it.

Just make the coffee; it’s not like she hasn’t done it before. Nothing worth fussing over!

After she prepared herself mentally, she headed to the break room.

Baron Lawrence’s coffee beans are placed in a special spot, and no one dares to touch them. Enna Clark stood on tiptoe to take down the box, poured some coffee beans into the coffee machine, pressed the switch, and waited for the coffee to be ready.

"Did the President find a new flame? Yesterday, I saw some news online about the President with a model. That model isn’t much to look at, clearly a surgery face. Her eyes are so wide apart, she’s not as pretty as Ms. Clark. How could the President fancy her? The ones pursuing the President before were more attractive than that model. Maybe the President wants a change after having too much of plain fare?"

Enna Clark was quietly waiting in the corner for the coffee to be ready, but the gossip was unavoidable.

She couldn’t help but hear it, even though she wasn’t trying to listen.

"It’s possible, the model in the photo has a great figure. Curvy, totally different from Ms. Clark. Maybe the President really wants a change of taste."

Several black lines crossed Enna Clark’s forehead as she glanced down at her own figure.

It didn’t seem too bad, right?

Just not the exaggerated kind of build.

These days, is a large bust considered a good figure?

Isn’t it true that proportion is what looks good?

She’s been dissed by Bobby for having a small chest and now disparaged by strangers, it’s hard not to be frustrated.

At that moment, a few people walked in laughing and chatting.

Suddenly seeing her in the break room, they all looked as if they had swallowed flies, embarrassed and lost.

"Ms... Ms. Clark?"

Especially the two who were gossiping just now, their faces turned pale with fright.