Chapter 89: He Wants a Child
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Her lips were forced apart, and the sweet taste of porridge spread on her tongue. With every domineering intake and teasing from him, the sweetness danced on her taste buds.
There’s no denying that Baron Lawrence was very skilled in this aspect.
Even if Enna couldn’t figure out how to cooperate, he could still lead her body to tremble involuntarily. Soft and submissive, she let him take what he wanted.
After a while, the demanding man finally let go of her. He rubbed his finger against her slightly swollen lips and suddenly said, “Enna, when can you give a child?”
Bang! Enna was so frightened that her hair stood on end.
A child?
What did he an by that?
Did he know sothing?
She glanced at the man beside her, and her beautiful eyes widened as she realized that his gaze held only anticipation, not probing.
Enna felt baffled.
Could it be that Baron Lawrence truly wanted her to bear a child?
No way… The Lawrence family would not accept an illegitimate child, let alone a child that existed before the arrival of a legitimate heir.
This would not only be a stain on the Lawrence family’s na but on Baron Lawrence himself!
Dismissing the idea from her mind, Enna decided he was just saying it in passing.
However, Baron Lawrence’s hand found its way to her flat stomach, and his brows furrowed with displeasure. “Are you unwilling?” he asked.
“I…” Enna felt that sothing was off, and she was about to say she was unwilling.
Baron Lawrence cut her off, ‘Your body is not suitable for pregnancy right now. If you truly want to conceive, we’ll need to ask Adam Sinclair to find you a gynecologist for treatnt.”
As if he rembered sothing, he mused, “Besides that, there are so obstacles we need to clear first.”
Obstacles?
What obstacles?
Baron Lawrence had no intention of explaining further. After helping her to lie down, he fetched a basin of warm water from the bathroom. Ignoring Enna’s protests, he wiped her body clean.
Enna felt uncomfortable and tried to shift away. The mont she moved, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
The strong scent of sandalwood invaded her senses, and she inexplicably felt hot. Enna reached out to push him away gently, whispering, “Baron Lawrence, you’re pressing on my wound.”
Without opening his eyes, he didn’t budge. Instead, he held her tighter, his lips brushing hers, “That’s impossible; I deliberately avoided your injury.”
Caught in her lie, she tried to subtly move away again.
From above her, an ominous threat echoed, “Do you not want to sleep? If not, let’s do sothing that doesn’t require sleep!”
After all, she only had injuries on her shoulder and stomach. If they were careful, it wouldn’t affect making love!
As soon as his words fell, he felt the person in his arms beco obedient all at once.
What was this woman’s deal? Baron Lawrence felt a lump in his chest and angrily opened his eyes, glaring at the sleeping-acting woman. Seeing her pale face that barely hid her sickness, he recalled how she had fearlessly thrown herself at him. The anger in his chest inexplicably disappeared. Lowering his head, his gaze softened, and his lips curled into a smile before he planted a kiss on the smooth forehead of the young woman. In a low voice, he said, “Enna, good night.’
His sexy and husky voice sounded incredibly seductive.
Enna, who had her eyes closed while pretending to sleep, couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.
Why did it seem that his previous claims of love were genuine? Could it be that Baron Lawrence had truly fallen for her?
Enna shivered, clenching her eyes shut.
No way, right….?
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