The warm light of the bedroom shone on the large bed, where the little woman lay on her side with her eyes closed as if asleep. Her eyelashes, long and curled, seemed like fluttering butterflies under the glow of the warm lamp. There was also her delicate nose, small and slightly pale lips…
Baron Lawrence’s cold and rigid face softened incredibly.
He silently stood beside the bed, his eyes locked on the ‘sleeping’ person. His thin lips, which were tightly pressed together, now relaxed.
Everyone thought Enna Clark looked average, only considered pretty. But in his eyes, this woman, even every strand of her body hair, was God’s most elaborate gift. More beautiful and comforting than any other woman.
The troubles in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only the little woman in front of him in his mind and eyes. He climbed into bed, reached out to pull the ‘sleeping’ woman into his arms, and his chest was suddenly filled. At the same time, fatigue hit, and he closed his eyes with a smile…
Thump, thump, thump, thump…
Enna Clark leaned against his strong chest, listening to the powerful heartbeats pounding one after another in her ear, and slowly opened her eyes with a complicated expression.
She had a sleepless night.
The next day, Enna Clark woke up with dark circles visible under her eyelids.
“Enna, were you stealing cows last night?”
Baron Lawrence’s left arm rested on her waist, not letting her get up, while his sharp eyes stared closely at hers. His gaze was very displeased.
“You slept so early last night, what’s that under your eyes?”
Late last night, she had insisted that she didn’t want to do anything with him and lied about not feeling well in order to sleep early, but this was how she slept?
Enna Clark couldn’t see her own eyes. She felt the area under her eyes and realized it was a little swollen.
Baron Lawrence watched her as she absent-mindedly continued, making his chest feel suffocated. He reached out, rubbed her eyes and angrily questioned, “You’ve got crusty eyes, Enna, did you not sleep last night?”
He helped her wipe away her eye crust so naturally, not showing the slightest bit of disgust. Enna Clark stared blankly, looking at him with a complicated expression.
Baron Lawrence was truly handsome.
He looked more dashing than any runway model when dressed, and when undressed, he resembled a noble sculpture from the Middle Ages in Europe.
It was natural for such a man to be admired by many women.
With so many women, there might be times when he could resist the temptation, but there would also be times when he couldn’t. That woman must be beautiful, right?
Born into a wealthy family, adored by all… she definitely wasn’t like Enna.
Just as it seemed that her soul had once again drifted away, Baron Lawrence was finally angered. He leaned forward and sealed her lips with a kiss.
At this moment, Enna Clark’s mind was filled with the scent of perfume on his clothes. She had no desire for any intimate actions between them. Just the thought of there possibly being other women by his side and perhaps him having kissed others before her made her particularly resistant.
From her body to her heart, she resisted him – she didn’t want him to come near, nor did she want to be tainted by his presence.
Using all her strength, she pushed the kissing man away. Her bright eyes looked at him, barely concealing her emotions as she firmly rejected him, “Baron Lawrence, I don’t want to!”
She didn’t want him to kiss or hold her!
It’s not that she didn’t like him, she just couldn’t do it.
Because it was too uncomfortable, her body and her heart were both in too much discomfort. She simply couldn’t ignore that discomfort! So, she couldn’t do it!