The large hospital room quickly beca deserted, leaving only him.
Baron Lawrence could also sll the blood on himself. Wasting no ti, he took off his upper garnt and headed straight into the shower.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom.
He stayed in there for a full half hour, scrubbing every inch of his body repeatedly, only stepping out wrapped in a towel after ensuring there wasn’t a hint of blood scent left.
A towel was the only thing wrapped around his waist, showcasing his well-toned physique and the water dripping from his defined abs. He looked irresistibly sexy and handso!
Fortunately, Enna Clark was in the VIP Hospital Room, equipped with the stringent security asures he had arranged. Even dical staff needed his permission to enter, so there was no worry of soone barging in unexpectedly.
Otherwise, his current state would surely make the headlines again.
Baron Lawrence casually wiped the water droplets from his hair with a towel, tossed the towel into the trash can, and moved to the bedside.
The person on the bed was still sleeping soundly. Though she appeared a bit frail and pale, it was much better compared to last night when she had a high fever.
Baron Lawrence brushed aside a stray lock of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His gaze roved over her face, pausing suddenly on her slightly rosy lips.
Last night, Enna Clark’s lips had been swollen a bit from his kisses, the corners curling up seed to be asking for another kiss...
He narrowed his eyes.
Their depths darkened.
Originally, his mind was filled with thoughts about those rcenaries, but now rcenaries, employers, all vanished from his mind, leaving just one person in his eyes and thoughts—Enna Clark!
His hand, lingering on the little woman’s ear, paused for a mont, his gaze deepening even further.
He wanted to kiss her.
Suddenly wanted to.
What he wanted to do, he did!
Baron Lawrence bent down abruptly, capturing her soft, sweet lips, prying open her lips and teeth, launching an invasive attack...
What he endured not to do last night, this ti he did it all.
Prying open her tightly closed teeth, drawing the sweetness from her mouth...
Bit by bit, inch by inch, as if trying to kiss awake the slumbering Sleeping Beauty.
However, in fairy tales, the Prince would place a gentle kiss like a dragonfly skimming water on the Princess’s lips. He was completely different, overbearing, forceful, as if wanting to claim every inch of Enna Clark’s senses.
Enna Clark was in a coma, but a coma didn’t an she had no sensation.
Since last night, she had been continuously disturbed.
Now, even the oxygen in her chest was being depleted. The person with eyes tightly shut seed to frown slightly, and then, the fingers laid on the bed moved quietly.
Though barely noticeable, she did move a bit.
Uncomfortable...
So uncomfortable...
Enna Clark felt as if she was trapped in a pitch-dark place, a place where she couldn’t see her own hand when stretched out, and no one would respond no matter how loud she called.
Being trapped in a dark place was distressing enough; on top of that, the air around suddenly turned thin for so reason, making it hard for her to breathe. Just then, as if sothing shattered the dark enclosure, a beam of light shone down from above.
In the next instant, before she understood what happened, the scene changed abruptly. She was suspended mid-air, held by a domineeringly handso man around her waist, his expression filled with urgency...
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