Baron Lawrence’s eyes were so serious, they appeared to be on the verge of overflowing with water. He didn’t listen to her words at all, his large hand easily catching her defensive hands, one was enough to pin both her wrists. He roughly pulled her hands up, pressing them above her head. His deep black pupils seemed to reach an unfathomable depth as his gaze loomed over her, each word clearly enunciated, “Do you not want to do it, or do you not want me?!”
Is it that you don’t want to do it, or you don’t want me!
His hawk-like eyes were bloodshot, it was evident he had been holding back for a long time before this moment of complete eruption.
Enna Clark was left speechless.
Her silence was undoubtedly the fuse that lit catastrophe!
A wave of indignant rage surged in Baron Lawrence’s eyes. Damn it! His hunch was right, this woman did not simply not want to do it, she did not want to do it with him! His chest hurt as if someone had stabbed him, a white blade went in, and a red blade came out! He really did not understand where he had offended her, and even less could he comprehend why suddenly this woman had bestowed upon him what felt like a death sentence.
In his past life, he must have desecrated her ancestors’ graves, for her to torment him so cruelly and constantly in this life!
“Enna Clark, answer me! Do you not want to do it, or do you not want me?”
Enna Clark, compelled by his intensity, looks into his eyes. Her bright eyes are weary and it takes a while before she speaks in a hoarse, exhausted voice, “Baron Lawrence, please stop it, okay? I’m not feeling well.”
“You said you weren’t feeling well last night too, and I believed you. You lied to me. Now you say you aren’t feeling well again, do you think I will still believe you?” His gaze was as cold and hard as iron.
“I really don’t feel well…” She really was unhappy.
Baron Lawrence, towering over her, grabs her hand and pulls her up, determined to get to the bottom of things, intimidatingly pressing her, “Fine, where are you uncomfortable? Say it, and I’ll get Scott Harris to call Adam Sinclair to check you over.”
How would you check an unhappy heart?
Should she rip her heart out?
Baron Lawrence suppresses his rage, saying through gritted teeth, “You can’t say it, can you?”
His large hand starts to wander again.
Thin lips press closer.
Irritated and harassed by him, Enna Clark couldn’t help furrowing her brow, emphasizing coldly, “Baron Lawrence, I said I don’t want it!”
I don’t want it, not right now at least not one bit!
“Reasons.” The hardened man’s back stiffened even more, his beautiful face taut.
Enna Clark twists her wrist, failing to shake him off and instead making her wrist terribly sore, “No reasons. If I don’t want to, I just don’t.”
She thought he would roar in anger, but unexpectedly he just clenched his jaw, tautened his face, suppressing his anger, “Fine, as long as you answer my previous question, I will let you go.”
“Enna Clark, do you not want to do it, or do you just not want me?”
The look in his eyes seemed determined to get an answer, under his searing gaze, Enna Clark felt uncomfortable all over, involuntarily avoiding his gaze, stubbornly holding her line, “I… don’t feel well…”
She was fobbing him off with the same phrase again!
With a loud ‘bam’, the rage in the bottom of Baron Lawrence’s eyes ignited completely!
His already bloodshot eyes were like those of a shocked and enraged beast, while in pain, it wouldn’t hesitate to rip the one who hurt him to pieces!
Ignoring Enna Clark’s struggles, his large hand held the young woman’s chin, his thin lips pressed against hers, the hot tongue carelessly prying open her teeth, sweeping through her mouth. He was just like a mad king who’d seen red, desperately trying to assert his existence…