Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 660: Chapter 660: How did your hand get hurt?

Seeing her get upset again, and in case she starts crying or gets a hot head and comes up with ideas like negotiating with the Old Man, he’d rather she doesn’t see it!

He knows his own body well; this injury won’t kill him.

“I…”

“You have a lot of energy, don’t you?” Baron Lawrence flips over and pins her down, his hawk eyes dimming once again, but this time there’s a spark that feels like it could ignite a wildfire, “If you’re not going to sleep with me, we can do something that doesn’t require sleep.”

What he means by not needing sleep is making love. Enna’s face turns beet red as she opens her mouth, “I’m worried about you…”

Damn, it’s that line again!

The flame in Baron Lawrence’s eyes is easily extinguished, his brows furrowed enough to pinch a fly, his face showing impatience. But he turns over and sits up, his back to her, taking off his shirt, “Look.”

Enna knew it would be like this, her eyes not hiding the smile filling them as she sits up and looks at his back.

The gauze has been changed, but there’s new blood seeping through.

Without asking, it’s clear what caused the wound to reopen.

Her heart clenches! She reaches out, her fingertips trembling as they touch the wound on his back. Even though her touch is gentle, she can still feel his muscles tense the moment her fingers touch his skin!

Enna really wants to pull him over and scold him.

Does he really think he’s Superman? Knowing the state of the wound on his back, he still risked climbing the wall.

What if the wound tears and gets infected?

What if the new injury triggers an old one and leaves lasting problems?

It feels like there’s a lump in her chest, stuck there with no way to vent.

If it weren’t for her… because she was too weak, Baron Lawrence wouldn’t have been injured at all, wouldn’t have needed to search for her without sleep for five days, and wouldn’t have been forced into an engagement.

With his domineering pride, being forced must feel terrible.

During these days, who knows how many things have been smashed in the Presidential Suite…

She was supposed to stand by his side, righteous and proud, but in the end, she was still protected and became a burden to him.

Enna feels unspeakable discomfort and self-blame in her heart.

Her fingertips slide over the wounds wrapped in white gauze on his back, she opens her mouth but can’t speak. After a long while, she finally chokes out, “Baron Lawrence, I’m sorry.”

“Enna, if you touch me any more, do you believe I’ll really sleep with you?”

The man with his back to her threatens impatiently at this moment, as if he hadn’t heard her apology. He suddenly turns back, grabbing her wrist. The desire in his hawk eyes blatantly revealing his true thoughts; he isn’t kidding, he really wants to sleep with her!

Enna’s heart was uneasy, but his gaze made it difficult for her to feel that way.

She was seriously reflecting and feeling guilty, but all that’s on his mind is that one thing!

And the key is, he’s injured like this, yet still thinking about that!

Enna twists her wrist, gradually calming down, her clear eyes blinking as she says seriously, “You let go first, I’ll help you with some medicine. I happen to have some hemostatic and wound healing medicine in my room.”

Why would she have hemostatic and wound healing medicine?

Baron Lawrence immediately sizes her up and down and quickly discovers the wound on Enna’s right hand. His handsome face darkens as he grabs her right hand, a storm brewing, “How did you hurt your hand?”