The voiceâ
Enna Clark swung towards the direction of the voice, only to see a vein throbbing hand on her window!
And then, a man who was supposed to be at his engagement party in Country W appeared before her eyes. He appeared to be exhausted from climbing the window; his short hair soaked in sweat, his eagle-like eyes brighter than ever before.
âBarâ¦â Baron Lawrence!
His sudden appearance was nothing short of shocking.
Enna Clark was utterly unprepared, on the verge of blurting out his name. Thankfully, she managed to cover her mouth just in time, swallowing the words caught in her throat before they had a chance to escape.
Her eyes, however, were wide open as saucers.
How could he be here?
Shouldnât he be in Country W at this time?
She had seen the news of him boarding the plane with her own eyes, even this afternoon, she had seen a picture of him in a Lincoln car taken by a journalist.
Why was he suddenly climbing her window?
Ennaâs mind went blank. She was so taken aback, so amazed, that she was simply rooted in place, unable to utter a single word.
While she was still shocked,
Baron Lawrence had already hoisted himself up the balcony, his arms carrying the entire weight of his body as he clambered up to the third floor. The wounds on his back, that had taken a while to heal, were ripped open due to this taxing maneuver. He winced as pain spread across his body, his temples throbbing intermittently. His eagle eyes, fixated on the bewildered woman, shot her an irritated look.
Couldnât she be more clueless? Didnât she know how to lend a hand in times like this? What was with that shocked look in her eyes? Did she really think he would marry another woman?!
The possibility of Enna not believing him fanned the flames of fury in his eyes. However, it was nothing compared to the ecstasy welling up in his heart.
He launched himself forward, a clean, swift jump. Without a secondâs hesitation, he pulled the still shocked woman into his arms.
She smelled just as he remembered, a familiar, comforting fragrance.
His heart, restless for four days, finally found a calming rhythm. It was as if the missing part of his soul had finally been put back into place.
âDid you miss me?â
Enna was suddenly pulled into a firm embrace, her nose collided hard against the manâs firm chest. She snapped back into reality, looked up, and asked in disbelief, lowering her voice, âBaron Lawrence, arenât youâ â
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were captured.
A fervent, dominating kiss silenced her senses. Taking her tongue as if claiming territory, he deepened the kiss further.
It was a forceful kiss, a constant feeling of possession and desire. His arm tightened around her waist as if trying to pull her closer.
He squeezed her waist so tightly that it hurt. She was worried about the baby in her stomach, so she put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away a little bit, âUh⦠Baron Lawrence, Iâ¦â
âShut up!â His tone was filled with dominance and aggression, just like a scorching flame.
Despite the woman not working on anything special, he felt on the verge of insanity just due to not being able to see her for a few days! At this point, he didnât even care if she missed him, all he knew was that he missed herâevery minute, every second of every day!
Enna Clark!
Enna Clark!
His arms pulled her even closer, as if wanting to merge her with his body. He deepened the kiss even further, assertively enveloping her sweet tongue with his thin lips, seducing her into submissionâ¦