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Baron Lawrence’s heart ached at her crying!
His face tensed up, and his temples throbbed violently! A shadow flashed across the hawk-like eyes! He radiated a fierce, unapproachable aura. With more than ten people watching, he hugged the little woman who was gasping for breath from crying in his arms and quickly left.
Scott Harris had been waiting in the car early.
Seeing the two come out, he hurriedly opened the car door, “Lord.”
Baron Lawrence didn’t want to deal with anyone right now! He still held the woman in his arms, bent down and got in the car.
Scott quickly closed the door for them, and jogged to the front, getting into the driver’s seat. He cautiously asked through the rearview mirror, “Lord, where are we going now?”
“Back to the villa.” He paused, pursed his thin lips, and his face was fierce,
“And, call Adam Sinclair over!”
The extended Lincoln started driving quietly…
The little woman in his arms had cried herself hoarse, and his heart felt as if it was being clenched by an invisible hand, stifling and uncomfortable.
Baron Lawrence was irritated, pursing his thin lips, feeling a little at a loss.
If it were another woman crying in his arms, he would certainly be annoyed and throw her out. But when that person became Enna Clark, his irritation turned into heartache.
He didn’t know how to stop her from crying and could only use the simplest and most brutal method.
Baron Lawrence’s noble phoenix-like eyes half-closed, and his thin, kissable lips brushed slightly against hers, muttering her name, “Enna.”
Enna subconsciously lifted her head, her eyes red and, looking like a little
red-eyed rabbit. Her clear eyes, washed with tears, appeared even more translucent. At this moment, probably because she had been crying for a long time, her big eyes were filled with bewilderment, as if she didn’t know why he called her…
Baron Lawrence unmistakably felt his lower abdomen tighten with her gaze!
His hawk-like eyes suddenly darkened. With one hand gripping Enna’s nape and the other around her waist, he bent down and sealed her tempting red lips with a kiss.
“Mmm!” Enna didn’t expect him to be so beastly! She was already , and he was still thinking about making love. Anger surged in her heart, and with both hands, she pushed against the assertive man with all her might.
Baron Lawrence completely disregarded her feeble resistance. He forcefully pried open her tightly closed lips, his hot tongue entering her mouth, hooking her sweet, evasive tongue, and swallowed her whimpering protests!
His kiss was dominant and assertive, as if he had finally found his lost treasure and wanted to confirm her existence through this kiss.
Enna’s tongue root was sucked dry and aching. Her whimpering struggles were futile, and the initial, single degree of anger in her heart suddenly escalated to ten or twelve degrees of grievance.
Her tears, once barely held back, streamed down her cheeks again.
Scalding tear drops slid down her cheeks and into their passionate kiss.
Baron Lawrence seemed to have been scalded by those tears, helplessly letting her go. Their foreheads pressed against one another, and for the first time, his dominating, hawk-like eyes displayed confusion, “Enna, please stop crying.” But she continued to cry!
It was almost as if she were defying him, tears rolling down her cheeks in big drops.
Baron Lawrence’s heart ached, he wanted to vent, but he was in the car, and there was no one else to vent on except her. His face was taut, and his eyes suddenly caught the sight of the person driving in front.. He scowled and growled, “Are you driving a snail or a car?! Can you drive? If not, go dig coal in Country T!”