Chapter 661: If You Don’t Want to Break His Heart
Enna Clark was caught off guard when he suddenly grabbed her hand. She nearly stumbled, but fortunately, she managed to steady herself. As she tried to pull her wrist free, she spoke casually, “I just scratched myself, that’s all.”
“How did you get scratched?” Baron Lawrence questioned fiercely.
Under his intense gaze, Enna had nowhere to hide and could only tell the truth, “During the accident, the seatbelt got stuck. I tried to pry it open with a piece of glass, and accidentally cut my palm. But it’s not a deep wound; I’m already fine. Let me go, I’ll get your medicine.”
Despite her casual tone, Baron Lawrence felt a storm raging in his heart.
The cut on this woman’s palm was deep, nearly reaching the bone. It was clear that she must have been exerting a great deal of force when holding the glass shard. The situation at the time must have been very dangerous.
She had been in a car accident and ended up in the sea, unable to release her seatbelt…
His chest swelled with surging anger.
This time he wasn’t mad at Enna, he was mad at himself!
Damn it, why had he fallen asleep at the time? Why hadn’t he picked up her call?
Thankfully…thankfully she had been rescued at the time. Otherwise, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the outcome.
Enna could feel the change in his mood. With a tightened lip, she reiterated, “My wound is really not deep. Look, it’s healing already and starting to scab over. Your injury on the other hand is still bleeding. Baron Lawrence, let me go. I’ll take care of your wound.”
She had assumed that he would insist on holding onto her, but surprisingly, he obediently let go.
Enna quickly got up and found the medicine box that the nurse had left in the room. She took out the hemostatic and anti-inflammatory ointment and carried it over to the bedside.
“I’ll help you take off the bandage first.”
Baron Lawrence pulled her over forcefully and took over the ointment from her. He stretched out her right hand, palm facing upwards, and started to apply the medication with his jaw set tightly.
The cooling sensation on her palm made Enna flinch and pull her hand back, “My wound is almost healed, you don’t have to take care of me.”
There was only so much ointment; she could apply it on her hand tomorrow, but his wound needs immediate attention.
Baron Lawrence gripped her wrist tightly, not giving an inch for her to escape. He lifted his head, locking his hawk-like eyes on her face. With a gloomy look, he growled, “If you don’t want me to die of heartache, then stop moving!”
“…” Enna froze instantly.
Baron Lawrence half-shut his eyes, revealing his strikingly chiseled features. The light made his angular facial features, including his high-bridge nose, stand out, casting a perfect golden profile that exuded seductive elegance. One couldn’t help but be drawn in…
With the cool ointment on her palm, she felt much better.
Watching the man carefully applying the medicine, Enna’s heart, which had been in turmoil for many days, suddenly stilled.
At the same time, she made up her mind.
Baron Lawrence didn’t know what she was thinking or even notice that Enna was watching him. His mind and eyes were consumed by the uneven scar on her delicate palm. Though it had started to scab over, he could still vaguely see the horrifying image of the torn flesh and blood.
“Shit!” He took a heavy breath and a low, agitated mutter escaped his lips.
Despite his foul mood, his movements were nothing but gentle — like he was handling a fragile porcelain piece, as he carefully applied the medicine onto Enna’s palm.