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âHmm!â Enna Clark couldnât help but widen her eyes and struggle.
What a beast!
Didnât they agree that he wouldnât touch her unless she was willing?
Baron Lawrence seemed to see through what she was thinking, raised his head, his domineering thin lips touched hers and said, âI just promised not to do it with you before you are unwilling, didnât say I wouldnât hold you, kiss you.â âHow can youâ¦â like that?
Before Enna finished speaking, her red lips were already blocked. Baron Lawrence seemed to vent all his anger on this kiss, sweeping every inch of space in her mouth, as if to swallow all her breath into his stomach!
It has to be said that his technique in this area was amazingly good.
Enna couldnât compare with him. In a short while, she was breathless from the kiss, soft in his arms. The friction of their lips brought a tingling sensation. Her mind went blankâ¦
At that moment.
âAh,â she cried out in pain.
The man who had bitten her lips hard raised his head, seeing her small face wrinkled in pain, his noble handsome face showed a trace of pleasure.
Emma, he is sick!
Enna covered her lips to prevent him from biting her again.
Baron Lawrence was obviously pleased with her small movements. His last bit of anger disappeared, and with a lazy smile, he said, âEnna, Iâm hungry.â ââ¦â She didnât understand.
âI said Iâm hungry.â Baron Lawrence pinched her chin, his finger rubbing her slightly red lips after the kiss, eagle eyes full of possessiveness, âFeed my stomach, or feed my body.â
Feeding his body⦠the meaning was self-evident.
Enna didnât hesitate to jump up, flustered, âWhat do you want to eat? Iâll go buy it.â
What kind of reaction was that!
Baron Lawrence was momentarily unhappy, but thinking about getting to eat Ennaâs cooking afterward, his mood inexplicably improved, and he listed a long string of dishes.
Enna was dumbfounded: what was cheese escargot? And what was red wine with three tastes of duck? She hadnât heard of any of them.
âI donât know how to make these. If you want to eat them, you can ask the chef at home to cook it.â
There were no less than ten top chefs in Baron Lawrenceâs villa. If he really wanted to eat these, one phone call would bring them over.
It was not that she didnât want to cook, but that she didnât know how to.
You donât even know how to make these? What has this woman been eating for the past five years abroad? He frowned, not very happy, âWhat can you do?â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âTomato scrambled eggs.â This was Bobbyâs favorite dish, and her best. Thinking of Bobby, Enna glowed, her eyes shining brightly.
Baron Lawrence couldnât help but want to pull her back into his arms and love her deeply, but his stomach was indeed hungry, âWhat else?â
Enna listed a few more home-cooked dishes.
The man on the sofa gestured grandly, âJust do these. There are vegetables in the fridge, and if theyâre not enough, ask the servant to accompany you downstairs to buy more.â
âCall me when itâs ready.â
With that, he got up and went into the study.
Downstairs supermarket.
Enna, accompanied by a servant, went shopping for the ingredients she needed for tonightâs dinner.
The servant looked at her with admiration the whole time.
Miss Clark was amazing, she had never seen anyone able to retreat unscathed under the Lordâs anger. Moreover, Miss Clark even shouted at the Lord! She dared to shout at the Lord! So MAN!
Enna had no idea that she was being admired. She pondered the dishes she was going to cook tonight and looked up at the adoring servant beside her. âUm, can you help me buy some minced meat? Iâm going to get winter melon.â PS:
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