Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1865: Chapter 1875: What’s so good about Young Master Lawrence?

Enna Clark stood still, facing those bitter eyes. For some reason, a sense of guilt surged in her heart. She took a deep breath, calmed down, and answered, "Yes, it’s me."

"So Enna, do I have no chance?" Lyle Westbrook’s eyes were filled with sorrow, deep sorrow. At this moment, he looked just like an angel who accidentally fell down.

Enna Clark’s throat felt like it was stuck, but she still sincerely said, "Lyle Westbrook, sometimes love depends on fate. You will definitely meet your destined love."

"..." But the fate he wanted was with her!

"I really thank you, whether it’s for Gigi or for myself, you have helped me more than once. If there’s another way I can express my gratitude, I’m willing to do anything."

Could she not be willing to love him?

Lyle Westbrook’s lips were pale, perhaps because of the intense emotional fluctuations, his heart thudded heavily, and he suddenly bent over, suppressing a cough with his hand.

"You..." Seeing his abnormal reaction, Enna Clark panicked and moved forward to support him, "Lyle Westbrook, is your heart feeling uncomfortable?"

The tall man stepped back, avoiding her hand.

Enna Clark stood awkwardly there, her hands still raised in mid-air.

She didn’t mean anything else; she was just concerned about his health.

Lyle Westbrook also realized her awkwardness. He glanced up at her, and after a bout of intense coughing, eased the embarrassment by saying, "No, I just caught a cold recently."

"Let me take you to the hospital for a checkup." Enna Clark nodded, and despite the small awkwardness just now, she didn’t act pretentious and remain silent.

"By the way, I’ve found some heart specialists, and they’ll be in Country W tomorrow. If you have time, could you let them check you out? They’re my grandma’s doctors. My grandma also has heart issues, and they’re top experts in the field of cardiology, so maybe they can help."

She didn’t know how she could repay Lyle Westbrook’s kindness.

But she couldn’t just do nothing because she couldn’t repay him; she at least wanted to do everything she could.

"Enna." Lyle Westbrook looked at her intently, suddenly asking, "What’s so good about Young Master Lawrence?"

"..." The question was so abrupt that Enna Clark looked at him in astonishment.

Lyle Westbrook smiled slightly, his angelic face showing a gentle expression, as if whenever he was with her, Lyle Westbrook was always very gentle. Gentle, like when they first met at Bobby’s kindergarten entrance, when he was still a doctor.

As if seeing her astonishment, Lyle Westbrook continued, "I want to know where I lost."

He chuckled bitterly, "I’ve pursued you twice, rejected mercilessly the first time. The second time, gently. If someone falls in the same place twice, they ought to know why they fell, right? Otherwise, I won’t be reconciled."

He was afraid he really wouldn’t be reconciled, and that not being reconciled would lead to doing something bad.

He already felt a bit unreconciled now.

Enna Clark understood his meaning, pursed her lips, and said, "Actually, there’s nothing particularly good about him, I just simply want to be with him."

Lyle Westbrook had imagined countless answers, but he never expected Enna Clark to give an answer that wasn’t really an answer.

His heart suddenly ached so much it felt like it was about to die; nothing particularly good, yet wanting to be together. That is to say, no matter what he did, he couldn’t surpass Baron Lawrence in the aspects she cared about.

Because she wanted to be with Baron Lawrence.

Not money, not wealth, not status, ability, character, or stubbornness. Just simply wanting to be with that person.