Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 880: Chapter 880: Forcing Her to Sleep

Enna Clark was bewildered by his series of overbearing actions, reflexively blocking his hand and backing away, “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing?”

“Making you sleep!”

“I can’t sleep…”

“You must sleep anyway!”

Baron Lawrence didn’t give her the opportunity to argue, roughly stripping off her blouse and unzipping her skirt.

Her feminine fragrance was right within reach; he was a normal man, and Enna Clark was the woman he loved. If he didn’t have a special reaction when his loved woman was undressed like this while sharing the same bed with him, he wouldn’t be a man!

...Baron Lawrence felt a warm current passing through his lower abdomen, and his lower body tensed up as well; it was as if there was a fire burning inside him, and every cell was clamoring for her.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged as he tore off Enna Clark’s skirt in a few swift movements and pressed her down onto the bed, “Sleep!”

“Baron Lawrence, I…” she didn’t want to sleep, couldn’t sleep, and didn’t dare to sleep!

As if anticipating her struggle, the prideful man lay down next to her, his powerful arm pressing down on her waist and narrowing his eyes. His lips barely touched as he stared at her, “Now don’t think about anything, just sleep for me!”

“Enna Clark, if you’re not willing to sleep peacefully, I will have the doctor come in and give you an injection of a sedative. I say what I mean, and I do what I say!”

There wasn’t much difference between a sedative and sleeping pills. Enna Clark could tell from his expression that it wasn’t just an empty threat, so her struggles became less intense.

However, her expression was still very agitated. She took a deep breath, calmed down slightly, and tried to adopt a softer tone to persuade him, “Baron Lawrence, Gigi is missing, I can’t sleep now. I know my own physical condition; let me get up first, and I will watch for a while longer. If I really can’t take it anymore, I will rest on my own.”

“You will my ass!” He actually cursed!

Would she?

If she were, Adam Sinclair and Scott Harris wouldn’t say she hadn’t rested for two days and nights without eating.

Would a normal person not feel exhausted or hungry without rest or food for two days and nights? She was clearly pushing herself to the limit!

Baron Lawrence’s complexion was ashen, his arm firmly clasping her waist, pinning her to the bed, forcing her to lie down as he growled, “I’m going to say this one more time, Enna Clark, you must sleep now. I’m not negotiating with you, there is no room for bargaining! Either you sleep peacefully for me, or I’ll immediately call the doctor to give you an injection of a sedative! Choose for yourself!”

Given a choice, Enna Clark certainly wouldn’t choose the sedative.

Once she was given an injection of a sedative, she wouldn’t even be able to guarantee how long she would sleep.

She bit her lower lip and fell silent.

Baron Lawrence’s large hand covered her eyes, forcing her to close them. His voice hoarse, he suddenly began, “In the southern part of Country M, there is a very ancient legend. It is said that long, long ago, the king of Country M had a young daughter with skin white as snow. She was born just as the Queen Consort died from a difficult labor, and the king married a new queen. Although the new queen was very beautiful, she was wicked at heart and possessed a makeup mirror that could speak…”

At first, Enna Clark had no idea what he was talking about, but as she listened on, she understood all at once.

Baron Lawrence was telling her a story, and not just any story, but a fairy tale: Snow White.

But he was telling it terribly.

What Country M, and ancient legend? The new queen didn’t have a talking makeup mirror; it was a magic mirror.