Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart Chapter 171 - 171: 171: He’s Staying Tonight

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Baron Lawrence slowly finished his al, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, and put down his chopsticks, “The cooking is not bad.”

Enna Clark felt no pleasure from being praised. As she cleaned up the tableware, she said, “It’s already late, when do you plan to leave, President Lawrence?”

“Did I say I was leaving?” Baron Lawrence was in a good mood, not paying attention to her trying to rush him out.

Although she was prepared for this, hearing him say that he wasn’t leaving tonight made Enna’s heart sink. Biting her lip, hesitatingly, she said, “Isn’t it not right for you to stay, President Lawrence?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“You still have work to do, and my place is too noisy, I’m afraid it might disturb you. Also, my sofa is too small, you can’t sleep on it.”

With every ntion of ‘President Lawrence,’ Baron Lawrence felt more and more irritated. Finally, he couldn’t help frowning, his hawkish eyes locking onto her, and he commanded, “Enna Clark, don’t let hear the words ‘President Lawrence’ from your mouth again!”

Enna took a deep breath and boldly looked straight into his eyes, “Baron Lawrence, my apartnt is too small, and I don’t have the energy to take care of you, so please go back.”

This woman really dared to blatantly drive him away!

However, this ti, his authority challenged, he surprisingly didn’t get angrier. He casually glanced at the defensive little woman with her prickles up and bumped his lips together, “Tonight, I’m staying here, sleeping on your bed!”

This was not a negotiation but a notification!

Enna’s face flushed in anger, but she couldn’t do anything about him.

She slamd the tableware down, picked up her bag emotionlessly, and said, “You can stay, is it okay for to leave?”

The man sitting on the sofa leisurely didn’t stop her.

As soon as Enna opened the door, two bodyguards in black imdiately blocked her, saying professionally, “Ms. Clark, I’m sorry, but without Lord’s orders, you cannot leave.”

Damn it!

Enna clenched her teeth so hard that they could break and turned back

abruptly.

As expected, the man on the sofa was watching her like she was a circus monkey.

She felt like a balloon, stretched to the breaking point. With the door closed, she sat in front of the sofa again, exhausted.

“Baron Lawrence, what exactly do you want?”

He had pursued her to Capital City, bought the radio station she worked at, and now found her at her doorstep, imprisoning her in her own ho. It felt just like when they had reunited half a year ago.

An invisible net pressed down on her, making it difficult to breathe.

In the net, there was only an incredibly handso man with extre possessiveness and a strong desire for control!

Just when she felt angry, helpless, and powerless, the man on the sofa suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the sofa, trapping her beneath him.

“I want… this!”

His eyes dark and full of desire, he lowered his head, silencing her protest with a kiss!

First, he forcefully pried open Enna’s lips, invading her mouth and sweeping over every sensitive spot. Then he swallowed her instinctive moan, grasping her wrists, and after tasting every inch of sweetness in her mouth, he hooked her tongue, inviting her to sink with him.

Enna instinctively resisted, but the more she resisted, the more it stirred the man’s animal instincts. In an instant, her body’s strength was drained. Though her mind resisted, her body had beco accustod to his taste and touch, naturally softening.

“Lawrence…”

She tried to push the man away with her hands.

The push was as soft as a caress.

Enna’s cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes staring up in annoyance. However, from the dominating view above her, the beautiful eyes seed like a foggy, pitiful doe, inviting him.

Inviting him to press her down and possess her!

Sudden warmth filled her lower abdon.

Baron Lawrence gripped her wrist and moved away from her lips, breathing heavily.

His gaze slightly focused on her eyes, the ardor in his handso face making it impossible to look away.

Damn it!

The change in her lower abdon beca more evident, and he forcibly suppressed the surging heat. He covered the small woman’s enticing eyes, lowered his head again, and captured her sweet lips.

This ti, he wasn’t as aggressive.

He first traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, then slowly, almost protectively, enveloped her lips. Gently, ever so gently, he pried them apart…

The man’s overwhelming, masculine scent enveloped her entire body, making Enna’s heart beat wildly. Her eyes covered, her other senses magnified.

She felt the warmth and softness of his lips against her own and could also sense the change in Baron Lawrence pressing against her thigh.

Her body responded like it had been electrified, scorching hot.

Enna struggled to bear it, twisting her body while letting out an involuntary moan, “Mm…”

The mont the sound escaped her lips, she was shocked.

It was too… sensual!

Her cheeks burned, and her mind constantly reminded her to stay calm and cold, but her body involuntarily adjusted to the man’s movents, gradually aligning itself.

This kind of compliance was bevond her conscious control. It was pure

instinct!

Her face and body felt hotter and hotter, Enna could barely take it, shaking her head and whimpering, “No more… I… don’t want this anymore…”

The sweetness he was drawing suddenly disappeared. Baron Lawrence was displeased but soon discovered that the clothes of the woman beneath him had been undone during their passionate exchange. Her black bra peeked out from her white blouse, creating a dramatic visual contrast against her creamy skin.

There wasn’t a man who could resist such a sight!

Considering himself a completely normal man, he couldn’t help but picture the woman he loved, blushing all over, lying on the couch, drawing him closer! The truth revealed itself in his lower abdon, which responded imdiately.

A wave of heat passed through, and his body ached!

He used all his self-control to look away. Leaning down, he bit the little woman’s neck in frustration, then helped her adjust her disheveled collar, concealing the tempting view!

After the scenery was concealed, he finally felt a little better. Panting, he picked her up and threw her into the adjacent bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Then, after quickly adjusting his disheveled clothes, he regained his usual cold and noble deanor. He opened the door, “Let Scott Harris in.”

The bodyguard didn’t dare look at his face, bowing respectfully and said, “Yes,

Lord.”

In a short while, Scott Harris had co upstairs, accompanied by more than a dozen servants. Each one held a towel, bed linen, or a quilt cover. Without Baron Lawrence’s command, they entered in an orderly fashion, working efficiently..