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In the evening, Baron Lawrence got his wish and stayed the night.
Enna Clark had just given Bobby a bath and returned to her room after putting him to sleep. Her wrist was domineeringly seized, and she was pressed onto the bed.
A strong masculine hormone scent mixed with the cool mint aroma weighed down on her, accompanied by passionate kisses.
“Mm…” She couldn’t help but moan, her hands pushing against Baron Lawrence’s chest.
The temperature in the room gradually rose.
Suddenly.
The door was knocked, and Bobby’s voice ca in, “Woman, I just heard you crying out. Is your stomach hurting?”
Enna’s hazy mind suddenly woke up, lowering her voice, “…No.”
But soone was still causing mischief, and the skin his lips grazed felt like a surge of electricity, making it ticklish and tingly down to the core.
“Are you sure?” Bobby clearly didn’t believe her. If she hadn’t had stomach pain, why did she cry out?
She forcefully pushed against him with her hand, preventing him from continuing, her back drenched in sweat while trying to maintain a normal speaking tone, “Really.”
Bobby wouldn’t give up, “Then let see by opening the door.”
Enna didn’t dare to let him see and hurriedly refused in panic, “It’s… too late. Mummy is already asleep.”
“But…’
“I really don’t have a stomachache. I just saw a cockroach on the floor, got startled and scread. The cockroach is already dead now, there’s nothing wrong.” Biting her teeth, Enna glared at the ‘big cockroach’ in front of her, her cheeks flushed, and her voice trembling, “Darling, go to sleep now. It’s already very late. If you don’t rest, you won’t grow taller later.”
Bobby’s biggest pain point was being one centiter shorter than Rose Howell. Hearing the killer phrase “won’t grow taller,” he hesitated for a mont, still, he wore his slippers and went back to his room.
After he left, Enna finally exhaled.
However, she was imdiately dragged into a new round of fiery passion…
After a stormy encounter, Enna Clark was exhausted and passed out.
She didn’t even know when it had ended.
The next day, the morning sunlight stread in through the window.
She groggily opened her eyes, moved, and was just about to get up when she realized how sore her entire body was. Even the simple act of grabbing clothes beca difficult.
“Mm.” She struggled to climb out of bed, glancing around the bedroom, Baron Lawrence was already gone. He must have gone to work.
Enna Clark was already used to his busyness, so she braced her aching waist and entered the bathroom.
When she looked in the mirror, she was utterly dumbfounded.
Her neck, collarbone, they were both covered in bright red love bites.
Not only were they in conspicuous places, they were also large and difficult to cover up. There was no need to guess who was responsible for this!
He must have done it on purpose!
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