For the first time, she had clearly rejected him. Baron Lawrence frowned, sweat streaming down his temples as he restrained himself. He supported himself with his arms on either side of Enna Clark, looking down at her, his voice low and hoarse, âReason.â
His scorching breath sprayed on her face, on her neck⦠Enna turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, âIâm not feeling well.â
âWhere do you not feel well?â Baron Lawrenceâs brow furrowed, as if he could crush a fly with it. He turned around and grabbed her wrist, his eyes full of concern, âAnother headache? Or somewhere else thatâs uncomfortable?â
She felt uncomfortable in her heart, as if an invisible hand was squeezing it. She could barely breathe.
Ennaâs throat was incredibly dry, and as her eyes met his attentive gaze, she opened her mouth and said, âI really donât want to today, can we not?â
âIâm asking you where you donât feel well,â Baron Lawrenceâs handsome face darkened.
Damn it, is this woman unable to understand or just crazy? Why does she seem so strange?
He didnât like this feeling, as if an unseen membrane suddenly came between him and Enna.
Ennaâs eyes were tired, and to hide the expression she could no longer contain, she slowly lowered her head, âIâm not uncomfortable anywhere⦠â
She just said she was uncomfortable!
Baron Lawrence tightened his grip on her hand, his handsome face turning ashen, his brows knitted tightly, his thin lips revealing his suppressed anger, âSo you lied to me just to avoid being intimate with me?â
What the hell was wrong with her!
Using physical discomfort as an excuse to deceive him, making him genuinely worried about her well-being, only for her to simply not want to do it!
Couldnât she just tell him if she didnât want to?
He wasnât a beast; he wouldnât force her if she didnât want to!
Clearly, he had forgotten his previous countless acts of âcoercionâ.
Enna pursed her lips and remained silent.
Baron Lawrence glared at her for several minutes, seeing no reaction whatsoever from her. She seemed completely immersed in her own world.
âShit!â It felt as if his chest had been hit with a muted punch, causing immense frustration. He released his grip on Ennaâs wrist, got out of bed, kicked the table in frustration, and entered the bathroom.
âSplash, splash, splash, splashâ¦â The sound of water in the bathroom filled the air.
Enna was now left alone in the bedroom. She wrapped her arms quietly around her knees and buried her head between her legs.
Her heart felt indescribably desolate.
With Baron Lawrenceâs temperament, her clear rejection of him while he was so aroused and using physical discomfort as an excuse, it was remarkable that he didnât explode in anger.
However, at least he was angry now. Before she could sort out her emotions, she didnât know how to interact with him. The cold war might be the best way to get along.
At least it could reduce unnecessary conflicts.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Inside the bathroom.
Baron Lawrence took a cold shower, which finally helped him suppress the heat of his body.
As the icy water cascaded from the showerhead, it dripped down his handsome, chiseled face. Baron Lawrence punched the wall, slowly furrowing his brow, feeling frustrated and upset.
What the hell was going on with that woman?
After a half-hour-long cold shower, he finally put on the bathrobe next to him and walked out of the bathroomâ¦