Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 718: Chapter 718: He is Feeling Unwell

Enna Clark’s breath hitched, and she suddenly tilted her head back, piercingly meeting the man’s burning gaze in the darkness. “What about eating?”

“I’ll take care of you!”

“Don’t I need to chew?”

Baron Lawrence didn’t even pause for a second before responding, “If you want me to chew it up and feed you, I can do that too!”

She chose to hold her tongue.

“And… breathing? Are you going to breathe for me too?”

Clear in the darkness, came the sound of a man grinding his teeth. The next second, her lips were covered by his, a punishing hot kiss that wrung all the oxygen out of her lungs before he released her. “Enna Clark, you seem in pretty high spirits. Try backtalking to me again. I dare you!”

If she ever talked back to him again, he would make sure all her mouth could do was pant for breath.

He spoke so forcefully that he ended up pulling at his abdomen. A stifled grunt escaped him as he maneuvered to get up. “I need a shower.”

His grunt was light and he tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible, but Enna caught it.

She immediately sat up and turned on the light.

Only then did she notice that the tall man’s handsome face was pale, with a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. She quickly got dressed and sat up. “Wait, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

She had asked him earlier in the evening if he was feeling unwell. He had swiftly changed the topic. Now, looking at his pallid face, she was almost certain that he was not feeling well.

Baron Lawrence turned his face away to avoid her worried gaze. He picked up his robe, appearing irritable. “I’m not feeling unwell. I’m just going to take a shower.”

Enna Clark grabbed his wrist, decided not to waste time arguing with him. She reached her hand out and touched his forehead.

The skin on his forehead was delicate and smooth, a little cool to the touch.

She just realised that Baron Lawrence had incredibly nice skin; it seemed almost poreless even up close. As a woman, she couldn’t help but admire his flawless skin. It seemed like God had given this man the very best of everything – his looks, his physique, and his perfect skin.

“You aren’t hot, you don’t have a fever,” she murmered to herself after checking his temperature.

If it were any other woman, he would have thrown her out before she even made contact.

But, this woman was Enna Clark.

There was only a sense of comfort.

His eagle-like eyes narrowed as they swept over Enna, who was the one muttering to herself. A playful tuft of hair had escaped from her temple, cleverly concealing her face, drawing attention to her petite nose and long, curled lashes.

Enna Clark’s lashes were not very thick, but they were naturally long and curled, outlining her eye shape. They curved to a beautiful crescent, especially when she looked down, making her look particularly endearing and approachable.

His Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously as he suppressed another rush of heat from within him.

He moved her hand away, the woman who was oblivious to the danger she was in, and said in a soft voice, “I don’t have a fever.”

“But you’re not feeling well.” Enna Clark stood by her judgment, furrowing her brows before suddenly saying, “No, we should be able to get to hospital emergency care at this hour. Let’s go. I’ll get dressed right away.”

True to her words, she didn’t waste a single second and reached for clothes in the wardrobe.

Baron Lawrence, who originally refused to confess, stopped her by grabbing her wrist, and conceded, “We don’t need to go to the hospital. I just have a stomachache.”