Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 830: Chapter 830: Do You Want Me to Die?

Enna Clark had never trusted Jacob Clark from the start, which is why she chose a relatively quiet coffee shop near the City Center.

First of all, the place had high foot traffic; there was no way Jacob could do anything like kidnapping there.

Second, the coffee shop’s owner was Olivia Lewis’s friend, and she knew him as well. It was even less likely that Jacob could drug her coffee!

Third, even though it was in the City Center, she could sit in the owner’s usual corner because she knew him. That corner had potted plants that acted like a small private booth, separating it from the rest of the coffee shop and offering relative peace.

She never wanted to assume the worst in someone, but when it came to the Clark family, she couldn’t help but be extra cautious.

Upon entering the coffee shop, Enna ordered a juice, and Jacob ordered a coffee. The server went to prepare them.

Jacob closed the menu, and with an affectionate tone said, “I remember you used to like cappuccinos. Why don’t you drink them anymore?”

“That was a long time ago,” Enna replied, holding her lemon water, and gave him a brief glance, “President Clark can speak now.”@@novelbin@@

Jacob placed his hands on the table, not in a hurry to speak, and instead said, “Let’s wait a moment, I’ll talk to you after the drinks arrive.”

It wasn’t long before the server brought over the drinks.

A glass of juice appeared in front of Enna.

She frowned at the juice before her, and even though she felt it was unlikely that Jacob had the chance to tamper with it, she still didn’t touch the glass.

Instead, she looked at Jacob and said, “The drinks are here, President Clark. If you’re not going to talk, I’ll leave.”

By saying she would leave, she didn’t mean it casually but reached for her purse beside her, ready to make her exit.

Jacob had wanted to delay further, but seeing her unhesitating approach to actually leaving, he clenched his teeth and squeezed out a smile, “I’ll talk. Don’t rush, I just took a sip of coffee and wanted to spend a bit more time with you. It’s been over a year since we’ve seen each other, and I’ve missed you.”

Enna had never felt so disgusted before, but as soon as Jacob said he missed her, she felt a sickening sense of revulsion and retorted, “Miss me? Why don’t you drop dead?”

Jacob’s face stiffened, as if his inner thoughts were unexpectedly exposed by Enna and he couldn’t immediately mask his expression. However, he soon laughed it off, chiding, “What are you saying, child? How could I possibly think that?”

Enna didn’t care what he really thought; she just wanted to know what Jacob had said about her and what her mother had said about her. Impatient, she interrupted Jacob’s attempt at a false display of familial affection and got straight to the point, “Is President Clark going to talk or not?”

Jacob momentarily wondered if she knew something, for how else could she appear so anxious from start to finish?

But then he thought it impossible that Enna would know anything.

He calmed down, stopped beating around the bush, and looked up to say, “Your mom found me at the company when she was eight months pregnant with you. At that time, she already knew I was married, with a wife and children. I thought she came to ask me for money, you know how the Lewis family is, especially what kind of person Michelle Lewis is. So, I was very rude to her at that time. There was a meeting I had to attend, so I told her to wait outside for me. She waited two hours before I finished the meeting and saw her.”