Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart C.544 - : Enna Clark, give me a son

Chapter 544: Chapter 544: Enna Clark, give me a son

Boy or girl… Enna’s eyes softened, “I haven’t thought about it.”

But he seemed determined to know an answer, furrowing his brows and asking, “You have to choose one, do you want a boy or a girl?”

“Why do I have to choose one?” It’s not like betting big or small, where guessing right wins a prize.

Baron Lawrence couldn’t calm down completely whenever he thought about what he saw that evening, especially when facing this question. He was like a drowning man desperate to grab a straw! And now Enna was that straw!

“No reason, just choose one.”

Enna couldn’t argue with him, thinking about it, she said, “If I have to choose one, I’ll choose a girl.”

Baron’s brows suddenly knitted together, his hawk-like eyes grew even darker, and he stared at her with restrained anger, as if she had done something terribly wrong, “Don’t you like boys?”

“Of course I do. Darling wants a sister.”

“I’m asking you, it doesn’t matter what he wants!” He stood up irritably, narrowing his hawk-like eyes.

Damn it! What did Bobby wanting a sister have to do with her wanting to have a girl?! The point wasn’t what Bobby wanted, it was what she wanted!

His irritability was too obvious, and Enna couldn’t help but look at him with concern in her eyes, “Baron Lawrence, did something happen?”

“…Nothing happened.” The handsome man, for the first time, awkwardly avoided her gaze and suddenly emphasized, “I like boys.”

How did he come back to this question again? Enna was really confused about what had happened.

But Baron clenched his fists, looked into her eyes with unwavering determination, his rosy lips touched, “Enna, give me a son.”

He didn’t want a daughter, nor did he want the baby in her stomach to be a girl.

It’s not that he didn’t like girls, but he couldn’t bear the risk.

He knew clearly that if she were pregnant with a girl, she definitely wouldn’t accept the outcome!

So, he wanted a son, definitely a son! A son like Bobby!

He reached out to touch Enna’s flat belly, which didn’t show any signs of pregnancy, and dropped another bomb, “Once this child is born, I’ll get a vasectomy!”

“Vasectomy?” Enna blurted out in surprise. It couldn’t be the vasectomy she understood, could it?

Baron gave her a definite answer, “Yes, vasectomy! We don’t want any more kids after that! Two are enough!”

He couldn’t possibly resist himself from sleeping with her; if he didn’t get a vasectomy, Enna would have the possibility of getting pregnant again. Pregnancy meant there was a chance of having a daughter. He had to nip this possibility in the bud.

He could afford one daughter with a rare disease, find the best doctors and use the best medicine to treat her.

But he couldn’t afford the 7.5% chance of the disease being transmitted to the mother through her blood while pregnant!

If anything happened to Enna, he’d rather strangle that child from the beginning!

“Baron Lawrence, what’s wrong with you?”

With a tense face, he spoke slowly, “Nothing, I just want you to give me a son. It’s too risky for you to have another child. We’ll have two sons anyway, I don’t want you to take any more risks, so I’ll simply have a vasectomy.”

“…” Enna felt something was wrong, very wrong. But she couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Even if Emilia threatened him with her pregnancy, what did it have to do with whether she had a boy or girl? Why did he particularly care whether it was a boy or girl?

Could it be that he had a preference for boys over girls? And Emilia told him she might be pregnant with a girl, so he was anxious and kept emphasizing he wanted a son?