Just a single broken note.
It was enough to make the always high-and-mighty man ecstatic; he suppressed the joy in his eyes and tried to keep calm, "What did you say? Say it again!"
The little woman in the wheelchair spoke more smoothly the second ti, and much of the mist in her eyes had cleared. Looking at him, she repeated, "Baron Lawrence."
Baron Lawrence’s large hand tightened around her wrist involuntarily, his dark eyes fixed on her, "Say it again!"
"Baron Lawrence."
"Say it again."
"Baron Lawrence."
Enna Clark called his na over ten tis before he asked again, "Baron Lawrence, Baron Lawrence, Baron Lawrence..."
"Damn it!"
She continued.
Suddenly, the back of her head was domineeringly drawn in, a magnified handso face pressed forward, and her lips received a soft touch as a fiery kiss silenced her, swallowing all her sounds.
The kiss was passionate, as if to release the worries and suppression of these few days.
It squeezed out all the breaths from her chest.
Drawing sweetness from her mouth, he wished he could ignite her...
The kiss ended.
The handso and distinguished man pulled back a little distance, his voice hoarse, "Say it again!" He hadn’t heard enough!
Breathless from the kiss, Enna Clark steadied her breathing and softly said, "Baron Lawrence."
The handso man’s eyes suddenly darkened again, and he lowered his head, fiercely blocking her red lips once more.
This ti wasn’t as intense as before.
Although he started fiercely, he managed to control his emotions afterward, and his movents were gentle.
Enna Clark kept her eyes open, witnessing his joy, his excitent—everything felt so real.
The main point was that her left hand was pressing against his chest.
She could feel his heartbeat.
It’s beating.
Powerfully beating.
Baron Lawrence was indeed very excited, mainly because this ti the woman made him worry so much. Fortunately, she didn’t end up in the worst-case scenario as the female doctor had ntioned.
Baron Lawrence felt both relieved and proud.
He took pride in the fact that the female doctor had said the ti a patient erges from a nightmare depends on the patient’s self-regulation ability and resilience.
What did Enna’s quick recovery signify?
It signified that he had good judgnt!
Baron Lawrence ended the kiss, resting his forehead against the little woman’s, their breathing entwined.
Enna Clark didn’t know what was on his mind. If she did, she’d definitely mock him. Doesn’t it signify her strong self-regulation ability? What does his judgnt have to do with it?
Unfortunately, she didn’t know.
After a brief mont of settling her breath, she instinctively looked down at her belly, hesitated to speak, "Baron Lawrence, did I bleed at that ti..."
She rembered everything.
She recalled that she seed to feel a warm flow pass down below.
As an adult who had been pregnant with Bobby, she knew clearly what that sensation ant.
Not ntioning it, she didn’t feel much, but bringing it up made her feel an emptiness in her lower abdon, as if nothing had ever existed.
Her gaze suddenly dimd, and a hint of pain flashed in her eyes.
At this mont.
The domineering man suddenly grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him, gritting his teeth, emphasizing word by word, "Don’t think randomly, Enna Clark, you just got your period!"
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