Enna Clark still didn’t relax, her face pale, she insisted, "I want to go see Olivia."
Seeing that she was determined to get up, Baron Lawrence simply and dominantly scooped her up in a princess carry.
Enna Clark was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, "Baron Lawrence, what are you doing."
The domineering man’s bright eyes were dazzling, he looked down at her and said, "Don’t you want to see Olivia Lewis? I’ll take you there!"
Enna Clark clung awkwardly to his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I can walk by myself..."
Damn it, she still had one in her belly now, what if she accidentally twisted her ankle or bumped into her stomach!
Baron Lawrence pressed his thin lips tightly together, silent, refusing to let her walk on her own.
Dominance down to his bones!
Enna Clark couldn’t argue with him, so she had no choice but to let him carry her out of the hospital room, heading towards Olivia Lewis’s room...
Olivia Lewis’s room was just below hers, also in the VIP Area.
She immediately saw two towering and strong bodyguards standing distinctively at the door.
"President Lawrence." The two bodyguards saw them approaching and immediately greeted respectfully.
Baron Lawrence coldly ordered, "Open the door!"
"Uh."
The two bodyguards glanced at each other, not daring to disobey his orders. After a moment’s hesitation, they opened the room’s door.
Baron Lawrence carried Enna Clark inside.
In Olivia Lewis’s room, only the bedside lamp was on, casting a warm orange glow. Under this lighting, two people lay quietly and soundly asleep on the bed.
Enna Clark hadn’t expected Olivia Lewis to still be asleep, and was surprised to see Adam Sinclair squeezing onto the bed and sleeping alongside her. She pulled at the sleeve of the man beside her awkwardly, whispering, "Baron Lawrence, let’s go out."
The distinguished man frowned, "Aren’t you worried about her? You’re not going to look?"
"..." She was worried about Olivia, but how could she deal with this scene? She couldn’t very well pull Young Master Sinclair or Olivia off the bed to ask about their health.
"No need to look; I’ve seen that Olivia is fine."
"Do you want me to call the doctor to check her again in front of you?" Baron Lawrence spoke as if it was a given. In his opinion, as long as Enna Clark wanted something, nothing was out of the question. He had no rules; Enna Clark was the principle!
He wouldn’t have caused her embarrassment by saying it, but as he did, Enna Clark wished the ground would swallow her whole, "No need, Baron Lawrence, don’t call anyone. Let’s go out first. It wouldn’t be good to wake Young Master Sinclair."
"What’s so bad about it?" Baron Lawrence squinted his eyes in displeasure, but he still plied and turned to go out of the room.
Enna Clark simply didn’t know how to explain to him the concept of not looking at improper things. She estimated that if she explained, Baron Lawrence would just retort that Adam Sinclair and Olivia weren’t doing anything unsightly, so there was no impropriety.
So she wisely chose to ignore his question entirely, wanting him to carry her back to her room, and then she asked him, "Baron Lawrence, have you found out who fired the gun at the press conference?"
The sounds of the gunshots and Olivia Lewis’s bloodied appearance were still vivid in her mind. Mentioning the press conference made her pale, and she couldn’t help biting her lip.
Baron Lawrence placed her on the hospital bed, seeing her lingering fear. His eyes darkened, and he lowered his head, pressing his thin lips against Enna Clark’s slightly pale lips, directly prying them open, dominantly entwining her small tongue to savor the sweetness in her mouth, forcefully leading her to surrender to the kiss...
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