Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 922: Chapter 922: Don’t Trust Her?

Even with the best temperament, having been treated like this over and over again, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She bit her lower lip and reached out to grasp the wrist of the man washing her with the showerhead, his face stern. Her bright eyes were full of anger, “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing!”

“Washing you!” he replied, as if it were the most natural thing!

Enna Clark felt the strings of her heart tense, and she tried her best to calm down before asking, “Why?”

The man with a stern face pressed his thin lips tightly together and said nothing, but the showerhead insistently aimed at her.

From his behavior, Enna Clark could already tell why. A chill went through her heart, and a rage fueled by a feeling of mistrust surged within her. She glared at the man of lofty pride, word by word, “Is it just because Mr. Howell took me home? You think I’m dirty? That I need a shower?”

“You don’t trust me?”

She knew he would react like this, so she should never have confidently assumed that there should be honesty between them.

Baron Lawrence is not a normal man; his thinking can’t be defined by the logic of ordinary people!

She shouldn’t have spoken the truth, because whether she did or not, he wouldn’t believe her, so why was she so stupid to tell the truth?

There was anger in her eyes, disbelief, and… disappointment! Baron Lawrence was deeply pained by the disappointment in her eyes as if his heart had been carved out and viciously trampled on twice, causing a sharp pain!

Enna Clark was so angry she couldn’t even speak. She feared that if she stayed with him any longer, there would be even more intense conflict. She let go of his hand and said expressionlessly, “Move, I want to leave!”

She needed to leave; the air here was too oppressive, too suffocating.

Baron Lawrence felt the grip on his wrist lessen, and his sharp eyes stirred with a storm.

He violently threw the showerhead to the ground, where it made a sharp snap. The next second, he pulled the drenched Enna Clark against the wall again, and with a fierce punch, he hit the wall beside her—

The punch carried the force of a gale, and with a bang, the sound of bone meeting Marble could be heard.

No need to think to know how painful it was.

But he acted as if he did not feel the pain, his stern profile even more tense. His jaw had water droplets from earlier that now trickled down his neck. His thin lips, even sharper and sensually cold, seemed to be begging for a kiss as they formed an arc. His eyes, dark as the night sky, were unfathomable, yet one could see the flashes of lightning within, as if struggling to suppress something he could not hold back. His thin lips met, and he growled at Enna Clark, “If I didn’t trust you, do you think he could have left the hospital alive? Do you think he could have been standing there talking to you just now?!”

If he didn’t trust her, Wyndham Howell wouldn’t even think of leaving the hospital alive, let alone say goodbye to her in his presence and agree to call!

If it were the past, under these circumstances, he would have sent that man to the hospital a long time ago!

It was because he trusted her that he had been holding back this whole time!

He was restraining himself to the brink of insanity, and yet she was telling him he didn’t trust her!

Damn it, who gave her such courage?

“I didn’t answer the phone because I found the whereabouts of the woman who stole the kid, and to not disappoint you, I wanted to catch her before giving you a surprise. The signal was bad there, so I didn’t see your calls! Scott Harris was with me, and as soon as I saw your missed call, I called you back right away!”