Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 656: Chapter 656: If not here, where do you think I should be?

It’s not enough, still not enough…

Kissing alone is not enough!

His eagle-like eyes burned with desire, as if he couldn’t wait to take her right then and there!

But the last bit of rationality reminded him of where they were.

A flicker of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he deepened the kiss, swallowing all of the little woman in his arms—her sweetness, her lips and tongue, her breath… His heart, suppressed to the extreme, was miraculously soothed. It was as if he had gone from hell to heaven in an instant, so easily manipulated by her control over all of his emotions, and he was more than willing!

Damn it, he had fallen into this woman’s hands!

Baron Lawrence captured Enna’s lower lip he gently held it in the next second, but then fiercely bit it in the following second.

“Uh.” Enna Clark winced in pain, gasping for breath.

The next second, her red lips were sealed again, and the man resumed his passionate and stormy kisses…

“Baron… Lawrence, I…” Enna’s tongue went numb from his sucking, and more importantly, her lungs were depleted of oxygen. She desperately needed to breathe, or else her lungs would explode.

Just as she struggled uncomfortably, suddenly, the domineering man who held her in a deep kiss provided her with oxygen through their connected mouths.

Enna’s lungs were in dire need of oxygen, and her body’s instinct drove her to attach herself to him…

Baron Lawrence firmly held her soft waist, feeling the woman in his arms go limp. His eyes darkened inch by inch, as deep and gloomy as a hungry wolf. He deepened their French kiss, sweeping away her senses like a violent storm.

His kiss was highly skillful, at first, Enna had wanted to push him away, but she was so drawn in that she unconsciously began to cooperate with him.

Without Enna’s cooperation, Baron Lawrence would have turned the world upside down, let alone having her on his side.

The temperature in the room rose steadily.

Just as Enna was feeling dazed, she found herself being held on the bed. Her back touched the soft sheets, and she instantly sobered up.

She quickly put her hands on the man’s chest, her cheeks flushed, “Baron Lawrence, wait.”

She still had many questions to ask him. How did their conversation go off track so easily?

The man, looking down at her, narrowed his eyes, clearly unhappy with her request to wait. But he paused, his strong arms propped on either side of her neck, waiting for her to continue.

Enna had a belly full of questions, but what she wanted to ask the most right now was, “How… how are you here?”

What did she mean by asking how he was here? Baron Lawrence’s handsome eyebrows knitted together, his eyes rolled with a brewing storm. He bit her lips again as a punishment, then lifted his head and replied unhappily, “If I’m not here, where do you think I should be?”

Although his bite seemed fierce, it didn’t actually hurt. Enna felt a tingling sensation like being electrocuted. She didn’t beat around the bush and answered honestly, “Country W.”

Even if he couldn’t make it to the engagement party, he should at least be in Country W, otherwise it would be too unbelievable.

“At noon, I saw the news. The reporters snapped a photo of you sitting in a Lincoln car, coming out of a castle-like mansion…”

She saw the news?

Their focus was completely different. While Enna Clark’s focus was on how he found her tonight and climbed into the window.

Baron Lawrence’s focus was on whether she believed him or not! Thinking back to when he had just climbed the wall to enter, and her ghostly expression as if he shouldn’t be there, a fire of agitation rose up in his chest.