Chapter 87: Always Guarding Her
Translator: 549690339
With that thought, her head suddenly felt a bit dizzy again.
Baron Lawrence noticed the paleness of her face and, remembering that she had just woken up from a serious injury, the tension on his handsome face eased a bit. His stern tone softened, “Uncomfortable? Do you want to drink some water?”
Enna Clark hadn’t forgotten his unique method of ‘feeding water’ and shook her head, weakly saying, “…dizzy.”
Baron’s brow furrowed suddenly, so deep that it seemed it could pinch a fly to death. He carefully helped her lie down and covered her with the blanket. Then he said, “Wait for me, I’ll go call someone.”
“No…” Before she could finish, the man’s tall figure had disappeared from the hospital room.
After the previous ordeal, she really felt a bit dizzy. The hospital bed was soft and the blanket warm. With her body feeling weak and uncomfortable, she couldn’t help but close her eyes…
Her sleep caused quite a commotion in City Hospital once again.
When Enna Clark woke up again, it was already pitch dark outside.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a man working intently on the sofa.
The dim light in the room shrouded his face, as if coating him in a layer of golden glow. The handsome eyebrows, noble eyes, straight nose, and sexy thin lips… every feature was meticulously crafted by God himself. Enna couldn’t deny what Olivia said; Baron Lawrence was indeed a man kissed by God.
His family background, appearance, and abilities were all top-notch.
If there was anything bad to say about him, it would probably be his temper, right?
However, he wasn’t that bad-tempered with others. At most, he was just a bit aloof and unsympathetic. At least he wasn’t as moody, childish, and overbearing with others as he was with her.
Had he been keeping watch over her the whole time?
Seemingly feeling her gaze, the man on the sofa looking at his documents raised his head. Their eyes met directly.
Enna guiltily shifted her gaze away.
Baron Lawrence put down the documents, stood up, and walked to the bedside with long strides, “Awake? Still dizzy?”
She had been asleep for a day and a night, and if she hadn’t woken up that night, he would have been ready to have Scott Harris arrange a flight to take her overseas for treatment.
“No.” Enna didn’t know she had slept that long; she thought she had only slept for an afternoon.
Baron Lawrence didn’t believe her; he bent down, held out his hand, and tested her forehead temperature. The tension in his thin lips finally eased slightly.
Enna let him touch her, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
“Gurgle, zurzle…” A sound rang out so loud that the entire hospital room heard
Enna quickly covered her stomach, her ears blushing, “That… it was just an auditory hallucination.”
“Gurgle, gurgle…” Another round of sounds, as if mocking her, this time louder than the previous one.
“Just say you’re hungry.”
Enna blushed even more. Just as she was about to argue, she saw the man by her bed press a bell.
Soon, a row of chefs entered the room, carrying steaming bowls of porridge. They lined up in front of her hospital bed.
Scott Harris also followed in, explaining, “Young Master Sinclair heard that you just had surgery and couldn’t eat anything too greasy. So Lord had someone prepare porridge for you. Miss, don’t worry, these porridges have been strictly checked by nutritionists. Each portion is delicious and also ensures you get enough nutrients.”
It’s just porridge; wasn’t this a bit too exaggerated?
“Miss, we have mushroom and chicken porridge, black chicken yam porridge, abalone almond porridge…” He listed more than a dozen porridge names, before respectfully asking, “Which one would you like?”