Chapter 156: Still as Overbearing as Ever
Translator: 549690339
“If you don’t stop talking nonsense, would you believe me if I said I’d throw you into the Sahara?”
The Sahara is a vast desert, and if you were really thrown in there, you wouldn’t be able to get a taxi, let alone catch a bird.
Such a blatantly blatant threat, it’s really Baron Lawrence’s typical style!
Enna Clark obediently closed her mouth.
As if she had never said anything.
The car fell quiet for a while as she held the cup and sipped it once in a while to relieve the awkwardness.
The man opposite her was the exact opposite, leisurely stretching his body and taking out documents to read, as if she was not in the car.
Enna lowered her head to drink water again, only to find that the water in the cup had already been unknowingly finished by her.
She awkwardly held the empty water cup, secretly depressed that she had drunk the water too quickly just now. With the water gone, she had nothing to do. She could only raise her head and look around randomly.
No wonder this is Baron Lawrence’s van.
The luxury is beyond imagination.
Not only were there leather sofas, LCD TVs, and other leisure facilities all around, but there was also a small bar in the car. She casually glanced at the wine rack and saw the 1972 Lafite.
The extravagance was indeed skyrocketing.
Each bottle of wine here would be enough for her to struggle for most of her life, right?
Enna quickly looked away.
“Want a drink?” She just moved her gaze away when the man, who had been looking down, somehow looked at her and raised his hawkish eyes to ask. Enna quickly waved her hands to deny, “No, I was just looking.”
“You can drink if you want to.” He got up, took a bottle from the shelf, and it was precisely the Lafite she had just spotted. He gracefully uncorked the bottle, poured half a glass, and beckoned to Enna like he was summoning a pet,
“…You misunderstood, I really just wanted to take a look.”
“Come here.” This time, it was impatient.
Enna couldn’t mess with him, so she had no choice but to sit next to him.
But she deliberately kept her distance and didn’t sit close to him.
Baron Lawrence didn’t have the patience to call her over again, so he simply took her hand and pulled her next to him. He picked up the Lafite on the table and put it against his thin lips.
Enna immediately stopped him, “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing? You can’t drink alcohol.”
She had worked so hard to help him with his wound dressing; if he drank alcohol and caused inflammation, wouldn’t her efforts be in vain?
With that in mind, she reached out to grab the wine glass.
Baron Lawrence leaned back to avoid her hand, hooked his thin lips with a possessive gleam in his eyes, ‘Who said I am going to drink it? It’s you that’s going to drink.”
Bullshit, he was obviously going to put the glass to his mouth just now!
As if he knew what she was thinking, Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over her face, deeper and deeper, suddenly landed on her slightly swollen lips. His throat tightened, and he took a mouthful of red wine, leaned down, and covered her enticing lips.
The moment she spoke, her lips and teeth were pried open, and the spicy yet sweet red wine poured continuously into her mouth. Enna suddenly opened her eyes wide, reaching out to push him away, but her hands were immediately clamped down on by his strong grip.
The warm and damp tongue stirred in her mouth, carrying the taste of red wine and distinctive sandalwood, occupying every inch of her mouth. The driver was still in the front, and she flushed furiously, biting down in annoyance.
Baron Lawrence didn’t even frown, pressed the back of her head, and deepened the kiss with the taste of blood….