Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Not Afraid of Him At All Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Not Afraid of Him At All Enna Clark had no idea what was happening outside.

She rummaged through the room for the medicine box, knocked on the study door, “knock knock.”

There was no response from inside the study, so she turned the doorknob and entered.

As soon as she walked in, she heard the man’s hoarse voice from inside, “Get out!”

Enna acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing and, after entering, she casually shut the door and walked towards the office desk.

The man sitting in the leather chair had a handsome face with tightly clenched muscles. He flipped his laptop shut with the back of his hand, his dark, bottomless eagle eyes suppressing his emotions, and with a thin lipped touch, said, “What are you doing here, get out!”

Enna continued as if she hadn’t heard, calmly placing the medicine box on the desk.

“Enna Clark, I’m talking to you!”

Damn it, was she deaf?

He told her to get out. Couldn’t she hear?

Did she really need to test his self-control and see him lose it, and hurt her before it was over?

Baron Lawrence breathed heavily, pushing down the irritation in his chest, and repeated, “Get out!”

“Take off your clothes.”

Enna wasn’t intimidated at all by his angry demeanor, remaining calm and composed as if she didn’t know fear.

Baron Lawrence had never received this kind of response while he was angry.

Normally, when he got angry, others would either nod and bow apologetically or turn pale with fright, unable to speak.

There were the occasional exceptions, but none had the nerve to the extent she did.

Daring him to take off his clothes while he was angry.

“What did you say?”

“Take off your clothes.” Enna looked into his eyes, calmly averted her gaze, reached for the medicine box with ease, and began taking out the necessary items while saying, “Let’s have a look at your back.”

“I don’t need it!” Baron Lawrence turned his face away, his tone harsh.

Enna didn’t bother arguing with him and reached out to lift his thin sweater.

What met her eyes was the blood-spotted white bandage.

Just as she thought, the wound had reopened due to the fight he had just been in.

However, the condition of the wound was slightly better than she expected, at least it wasn’t as shockingly gruesome as the last one or two times. It was probably because his wound had been scabbing over quite well during this period.

Speaking of the speed of his scabbing, Enna found it astonishing.

Most people with a back injury like that would have to lie in the hospital for at least ten days to half a month. Baron Lawrence not only didn’t stay in the hospital, but he was also dealing with all sorts of work on the third day.

It hadn’t been long, yet the wound on his back had already begun to heal.

The speed of recovery was much quicker than she had imagined.

This kind of bodily function was like the stress response of a body that had been injured often and become accustomed to healing.

She had just lifted his thin sweater to take a glimpse when the hem was pulled down forcefully, obstructing her view. The man with eyes ablaze with fury like a wildfire, locked his gaze fiercely on her face and growled through clenched teeth, “Shit, Enna Clark, you’re playing with fire!”

“I’m checking your wound.” Could he not associate such a pure act with something sordid?

She had no other intention; she was merely worried about him and wanted to check his injuries.

Baron Lawrence was utterly ungrateful, stood up, and put some distance between them, stating emotionlessly, “I don’t need your help to check, and I don’t need a check!”

“Baron Lawrence!” Enna was somewhat exasperated, “What on earth are you angry about?”