Chapter 624: I’ll Shut Your Mouth If You Cry Again
“How could this happen?
How could he be so seriously wounded?
Who did this?
Who could hurt him so badly?
Baron Lawrence, upon seeing her tears, felt a twisting pang in his heart. He gritted his teeth, pulled her towards him, roughly wiped her face, and growled nacingly, “Didn’t I say no crying when you see ? No crying, do you hear ?”
Her crying was more painful than being stabbed twice, it irritated him, filled him with a violent urge to kill.
“No more tears!”
Enna Clark bit her lower lip severely, striving to hold back her tears, not wanting them to fall. But it was very difficult; seeing the various wounds on his body, she simply couldn’t manage it. She was desperately trying to hold herself together, both hands over her mouth, her body trembling non-stop in shock, her tears cascading down her face.
“Damn it!” Baron Lawrence felt as though his heart had been brutally stabbed! He gripped her shoulders, “Stop crying, believe it or not, I will cover your mouth if you cry again.”
Enna Clark truly couldn’t control herself, her body trembling slightly.
“Shi-t!”
The irritated man, seemingly at his limit, wildly pulled her hands away from her mouth, pressed her against the wall, bent down and kissed her.
The taste of Enna Clark’s lips was just as he had imagined, sweet and gentle, compelling him to swallow her, to infuse her into his blood and bone.
He coaxed her lips apart, dominantly hooking her sweet tongue. The side effects of Flynn-125 uncontrollably swept through every cell in his body once more.
His kiss was just like him, blazing like a wildfire, intent on consuming everything.
Enna Clark was pinned against the wall, forced to match his movents. Waves of electric current coursed through the root of her tongue as she tried to push him away with her own, only to invite a new, more aggressive takeover!
The cold shower sprayed down from the top while a hot struggle took place beneath.
One half was chilling water, the other half blazing fire.
Enna Clark felt like she was caught between fire and ice.
Her instincts urged her to struggle, but the thought of the wounds she had just seen made her dare not move. She succumbed to this fervent kiss.
Finally, the panting man let go of her wrist before he was completely consud by the raging fire. A thin layer of sweat ford on his body, washed away by the cold water. The sparkling droplets flowed down his chiseled face, concentrating on his firm chin before dripping onto the Marble floor, sensually arresting!
His eagle-like eyes were firmly fixed on Enna Clark, as if intending to bore a hole through her with his gaze. His thin lips moved, “Finally stopped crying?”
Having regained her breath, Enna Clark did not relax at this remark. Her heart was still in a knot. She placed her hands on his chest, furrowed her brows, looked up and asked, “Baron Lawrence, what happened to you?”
The man questioned stiffened as she asked, then relaxed again. He looked nonchalantly at the gory wounds on his back reflected in the bathroom’s large mirror, “Doesn’t matter. Don’t you think a man with wounds appears more manly?”
Enna Clark could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. She cautiously changed the topic, moving closer to him to support him, her facial expression solemn, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
She had an unnoticed natural scent on her. It wasn’t like the sll of shower gel or perfu, very faint, only detectable when close to her.
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