Chapter 658: The Consequences of Sweet Talk in Bed
Baron Lawrence was impatient with the question, but with a thin-lipped smirk, he wanted to hear the answer, “So, what did you come up with?”
Enna really had to give it to him!
She blinked, looked at him, and spoke in a good-natured tone, “I thought of you taking me on a helicopter ride, the fireworks we saw over the sea that evening.”
Baron Lawrence frowned.
Damn it, what does that have to do with this? How could this woman’s words be so off-point?
The next second, he got it.
This woman was saying she believed him!
His gaze on Enna deepened gradually, turning into a whirlpool and nearly sucking her in, “Enna, do you know the consequence of whispering sweet nothings to a man in bed?”
The man would want to pin her down on the bed, gaze into her misty eyes, seize her sweet lips, take control of her sweetness…longing to hear her low moans, begging mercy and calling out his name!
He hadn’t seen her for nearly 5 days, how much self-control did she think he had?
Even without the side effects of Flynn-125, as long as her resistance wasn’t firm, he’d take her then and there, regardless of the circumstances or her condition!
Feeling the hints in his words, Enna blushed, and instinctively pushed him away, “Don’t you dare.”
Though her strength was slight, the man, towering above, grunted and quickly moved aside.
He had not slept for five days and four nights. It took him so much effort to find her, and to evade the Old Man, he had to spend over ten hours travelling back and forth between Country W and Yluria Country.
He managed to give the Old Man the slip at noon today, successfully shook off a group of bodyguards, and spent seven consecutive hours on a plane before arriving here.
Having finally found her, he then encountered the obstacle of her being on the third floor.
He had to devise a plan to deal with the Habsden Family’s bodyguards, and climb up from below.
Not to mention his physical exhaustion, the wound on his back alone was enough for him to bear.
He could hold on just until a moment ago. But now that he was sure that she was well, her push triggered an agonizing pain, sweeping through his body like his nerves were being torn apart.
Enna noticed something wrong with him, immediately sat up, and reached out to touch him, “Baron Lawrence, you look so pale. Did my push just hurt your wound? Have you not taken care of it with a doctor these days?”
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Without consideration for any embarrassment, she reached to unbutton his shirt, “This won’t do, I must check!” She couldn’t rest easy until she had seen it with her own eyes.
Her breath sprayed onto his chest, and the unique aroma lingered around. Baron Lawrence felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if his heart, missing for five days, had finally returned to him. It pounded in his chest, strong and powerful.
Despite the discomfort, his lips curled upwards involuntarily, his mood elevated to its peak. He held Enna’s wrist with his left hand, leaned over, and sealed the chattering woman’s lips with his own. Compared to the passionate kiss just now, this kiss was surprisingly gentle and affectionate…so gentle that it didn’t seem like his own…
“Mmm.” Enna’s one hand was held by him, while the other hand clutched his shirt, forced to be pressed against his chest.
A knock on the door sounded.
The nurse’s voice came from outside, “Miss, haven’t you rest yet?”