Especially soone like Lyle Westbrook, a man who already has a criminal record!
In his embrace was softness and warmth; despite ignoring her all night, if he weren’t still angry, he’d have already lost control.
Now that he finally held her in his arms, Baron Lawrence’s tense muscles gradually relaxed.
The corners of his mouth, tightly held all night, also loosened. His handso features appeared even more striking in the darkness. The arm around Enna Clark’s waist tightened slightly, holding her a bit closer.
The scent uniquely belonging to Enna naturally lingered at his nose, heightening his sense of possessiveness with her in his arms.
The throbbing in Baron Lawrence’s temple slowly cald, providing relief to the pressure he’d felt on his chest all night.
"Enna Clark."
"Mm?" Enna was held tightly by him, unable to move, as if pinned by a lion.
She wanted to struggle but feared waking the man with no such thoughts.
If he did rember.
She definitely wouldn’t get up in the morning.
"Sotis I really want to strangle you!"
"..."
His hand around her waist suddenly tightened, nearly suffocating Enna before he continued, "...but every ti I can’t bring myself to do it."
Sotis I really want to strangle you, but every ti I can’t bring myself to do it!
Enna’s heart lted at his unexpected sweetness.
"Enna Clark, what should I do?"
"What?"
"Just let it go and my heart feels like it’s being squeezed painfully by an invisible hand. Don’t let it go and yet I can’t strangle you. What should I do?"
"..." How would she know? She couldn’t possibly suggest he strangle her!
Enna gazed at him silently, without knowing how to respond.
Baron Lawrence lowered his head, staring at her intently, his voice hoarse after a while, "I know of a way to make myself feel better."
"What way?" Enna blinked, unaware.
"It’s..."
The man’s voice dragged on. Just as she pricked her ears, ready to listen closely, suddenly, her chin was tilted up by his hand. Imdiately, he leaned down, the rich sandalwood scent enveloping her senses. His lips pressed softly against hers, Enna felt a bite at the corner of her mouth in the darkness. Instinctively pained, she opened her mouth, and just then, he launched an assault, capturing all her senses.
Enna felt like a small boat floating on the sea, waves pounding relentlessly towards her, until she was subrged, lost in the ’ocean’...
*——*——*
The next morning, rays of sunshine pierced through the treetops.
The bedroom door of Birch Garden Mansion opened.
A man in a suit, broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, even more dazzling than the runway models.
Seeing him co out, Joanne Harrison quickly placed the prepared breakfast on the table, greeting him respectfully, "Good morning, President Lawrence."
Baron Lawrence pulled out a chair at the table and sat down. He picked up the knife and fork and began elegantly slicing the bread on his plate.
Beside him, a young boy bearing a five-point resemblance ate breakfast as well, choosing a more down-to-earth option. Bobby Clark was eating soy milk and fried dough sticks like ordinary people.
He was about to finish his al.
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