Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Sooner or later, he will die at her hands!

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Enna Clark seized the opportunity and immediately pleaded with him, “Baron Lawrence, can I apply the medicine for you first? If your wound isn’t disinfected and treated soon, it could become infected and cause inflammation, which would be troublesome.”

Looking down at her, he could see even more clearly how beautiful her deer-like eyes were. So beautiful that one couldn’t help but want to gaze into them until they were filled with mist.

A surge of heat swept through his lower abdomen, a burning ache in that particular area!

He furrowed his brow and didn’t move.

Enna didn’t dare to move either; she feared that if she did, she would unleash the beast within the man. She carefully probed, “Can you let me go so I can help you with the medicine?”

“Baron Lawrence, I’m worried about you.”

—Baron Lawrence, I’m worried about you!

The man’s eagle-eyed gaze from above suddenly darkened. He bent down and fiercely covered her seductive little mouth with his own, laying siege to her like a raging storm. Just when Enna thought she was doomed, he suddenly stopped.

He bit her neck viciously, “Enna Clark, one day, I’ll die at your hands!”

He knew that her concern was a lie, only meant to make him let her go.

Yet he still chose to believe her poorly-crafted deception!

“Hiss—” A sudden stabbing pain in her neck, and she winced with tears in her eyes. Before she could take a breath, she felt Baron Lawrence licking the spot he had bitten.

His warm tongue brushed against her neck, leaving her with an indescribable tingling sensation. It felt like an electric shock, and she nearly lost control and cried out.

Her cheeks burned, her entire body stiffened, struggling to suppress the moan on the tip of her tongue.

Finally, the torment was over.

Her left hand was suddenly grabbed by the man and pulled down, “This fire was ignited by you, and you must be responsible for extinguishing it.”

What fire?

Her fingertips touched a cold, hard metal, and she realized what he meant. Her face flushed crimson and she shook her head, “No, that’s not possible… this is a hospital.”

“Are you sure it’s not possible?”

“…” What did he mean?

“Enna Clark, if you won’t help me extinguish it, I’ll have to do it myself.”

His deep, eagle-like gaze was filled with burning flames.

How he would extinguish it himself was obvious.

Enna bit her lower lip, and after weighing her options, she steeled her heart and closed her eyes. She grasped the man’s zipper and pulled it down.

“Zip-

The first time, she had been drugged and manipulated, her mind hazy as it happened. The following times, Baron Lawrence took the lead, and all she had to do was lie there. She had never been asked to take the initiative before, and now being suddenly asked to help him with something, Enna felt bewildered.

What should she do?