Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 961 - Lyle Westbrook is the Hematology

Chapter 961: Chapter 961: Lyle Westbrook is the Hematology Expert?! Chapter 961 -961: Lyle Westbrook is the Hematology Expert?! The voices of the women outside startled the man inside, and he suddenly turned his head.

A fair forehead, fine bangs, charming peach blossom eyes, and those thin lips like rose petals. Who else could it be but Lyle Westbrook?

Although Enna Clark had suspected it, she was still surprised to see that it was indeed him.

Lyle Westbrook was equally astonished, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked at her, “Enna? How come it’s you?”

He was genuinely surprised. What was she doing here?

At midday, he had received a call from Old Madam Habsden, inviting him over for tea, and he knew that the old lady wanted him to meet the Miss Habsden whom he hadn’t seen last time.

To his surprise, after he had waited for half an hour, it was Enna Clark who showed up.

Could it be… Enna was the Miss of the Habsden Family?

Lyle Westbrook couldn’t describe his feelings; he just thought it was too much of a coincidence. His sister, when she was still alive, had mentioned to him that she had arranged a betrothal for him with Old Madam Habsden. When the old lady found her grandchild, if it was a granddaughter, she would be his fiancée; if a grandson, then he would be his best friend.

Later, his sister died in a car accident, leaving behind Rose Howell. He grew sick of everything related to the Westbrook family and took Rose to Capital City.

He hadn’t expected to meet his first love there! And now, he suddenly realized that this woman was actually the betrothed whom he had been connected to all along but had never met.

Enna was Miss Habsden!

The very person he hadn’t met last time and was glad not to meet!

It turns out her appearance on that road that day, the accidental brush with his car, wasn’t a coincidence—it was because she had just left the Habsden residence!

They had just missed each other like that…

The hand that Lyle Westbrook rested on the table clenched into a fist involuntarily, his usually affectionate yet ruthless peach blossom eyes filled with shock, astonishment… and a hint of joy he hadn’t even noticed himself.

Enna Clark had no idea that in such a short time, he had thought of so much. She was still immersed in her surprise, not expecting to see him here.

But she was not the same as before and quickly guessed what had happened—it must be her grandma!

The person she had failed to meet during the arranged date last time seemed to have the surname Westbrook. Back then, she didn’t know Wyndham Howell was Lyle Westbrook; now, thinking back, the man her grandma had introduced to her for the arranged date was none other than Lyle Westbrook!

It was only because she had run away last time that this situation had arisen.

Enna Clark’s head ached with the awkwardness as she fumbled for an explanation, “I didn’t expect to find you here either… This must be a misunderstanding, I came to see the hematology expert that my little uncle mentioned, I didn’t expect…”

To run into Lyle Westbrook!

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Enna Clark couldn’t find the words to express her current awkwardness, it was truly too uncomfortable.

She came to meet a hematology expert, and it turned into a blind date, and it was a set-up by her grandma no less; she was so embarrassed, she didn’t even know what to say anymore.

Enna Clark took a deep breath and apologized, “I didn’t expect my little uncle not to show up, and I’m sorry for wasting so much of your time.”

Lyle Westbrook gave a slight smile, giving off an angelic vibe that was exceptionally comforting and relaxing. He seemed to notice Enna’s discomfort and embarrassment. After the initial surprise, a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it and broke the awkwardness, speaking gently, “It’s okay, since we’re here, let’s have a glass of water before leaving.”

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