Chapter 661: If You Don’t Want to Break His Heart
Enna Clark was caught off guard when he suddenly grabbed her hand. She nearly stumbled, but fortunately, she managed to steady herself. As she tried to pull her wrist free, she spoke casually, “I just scratched myself, that’s all.”
“How did you get scratched?” Baron Lawrence questioned fiercely.
Under his intense gaze, Enna had nowhere to hide and could only tell the truth, “During the accident, the seatbelt got stuck. I tried to pry it open with a piece of glass, and accidentally cut my palm. But it’s not a deep wound; I’m already fine. Let go, I’ll get your dicine.”
Despite her casual tone, Baron Lawrence felt a storm raging in his heart.
He had eyes!
The cut on this woman’s palm was deep, nearly reaching the bone. It was clear that she must have been exerting a great deal of force when holding the glass shard. The situation at the ti must have been very dangerous.
She had been in a car accident and ended up in the sea, unable to release her seatbelt…
His chest swelled with surging anger.
This ti he wasn’t mad at Enna, he was mad at himself!
Damn it, why had he fallen asleep at the ti? Why hadn’t he picked up her call?
Thankfully…thankfully she had been rescued at the ti. Otherwise, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the outco.
Enna could feel the change in his mood. With a tightened lip, she reiterated, “My wound is really not deep. Look, it’s healing already and starting to scab over. Your injury on the other hand is still bleeding. Baron Lawrence, let go. I’ll take care of your wound.”
She had assud that he would insist on holding onto her, but surprisingly, he obediently let go.
Enna quickly got up and found the dicine box that the nurse had left in the room. She took out the hemostatic and anti-inflammatory ointnt and carried it over to the bedside.
“I’ll help you take off the bandage first.”
“Co here!”
Baron Lawrence pulled her over forcefully and took over the ointnt from her. He stretched out her right hand, palm facing upwards, and started to apply the dication with his jaw set tightly.
The cooling sensation on her palm made Enna flinch and pull her hand back, “My wound is almost healed, you don’t have to take care of .”
There was only so much ointnt; she could apply it on her hand tomorrow, but his wound needs imdiate attention.
Baron Lawrence gripped her wrist tightly, not giving an inch for her to escape. He lifted his head, locking his hawk-like eyes on her face. With a gloomy look, he growled, “If you don’t want to die of heartache, then stop moving!”
“…” Enna froze instantly.
Baron Lawrence half-shut his eyes, revealing his strikingly chiseled features. The light made his angular facial features, including his high-bridge nose, stand out, casting a perfect golden profile that exuded seductive elegance. One couldn’t help but be drawn in…
With the cool ointnt on her palm, she felt much better.
Watching the man carefully applying the dicine, Enna’s heart, which had been in turmoil for many days, suddenly stilled.
At the sa ti, she made up her mind.
Baron Lawrence didn’t know what she was thinking or even notice that Enna was watching him. His mind and eyes were consud by the uneven scar on her delicate palm. Though it had started to scab over, he could still vaguely see the horrifying image of the torn flesh and blood.
“Shit!” He took a heavy breath and a low, agitated mutter escaped his lips.
Despite his foul mood, his movents were nothing but gentle — like he was handling a fragile porcelain piece, as he carefully applied the dicine onto Enna’s palm.
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