Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 928: Chapter 928: Is He Really Drunk or Not?

“I heard you, what exactly do you want to say?” Enna Clark resignedly looked back at him, helplessly said.

Upon hearing her response, the man with the furrowed brows suddenly relaxed them, as if he were satisfied. The next second, however, he seemed to think of something, and his recently unfurrowed brows furrowed once again, “I want to hang you up and spank you!”

——I want to hang you up and spank you!

He was dead serious, with not a hint of jest.

Especially with the smell of alcohol on him, it was certain that this was indeed his true thought.

Pinned down on the bed by someone in such a condescending posture, staring at her seriously and talking about hanging her up to hit, Enna Clark didn’t know how to react for a moment.

Before she could react, she heard the man above her grinding his teeth and furrowing his brows again, continuing, “But I just can’t bear to! It’s just fucking unbearable!”

That kind of irritability, anger, and yet the helpless tone she took with her.

No woman could resist it!

Enna Clark’s heart softened a bit more; she lifted her hand and touched his forehead. The skin she touched was very warm, signaling that after drinking, his whole body was heating up.

Enna Clark had been drunk before; she knew how uncomfortable it was to be inebriated.

She sighed and looked into the man’s eyes, which, although drunken, were markedly bright. She asked, “Why?”

“Because I’m unhappy!”

“Because Mr. Westbrook—Lyle Westbrook brought me back home? Is that why you’re unhappy?”

Although Baron Lawrence wasn’t particularly lucid, he was extremely sensitive to the words ‘Westbrook’!

Enna Clark clearly felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop by more than ten degrees, almost reaching freezing point.

“I went to see Gigi, he said he would bring me home, and it was rude to refuse. But he just brought me home. On the way, we barely spoke a couple of words.”

“I’m still unhappy!”

“…”

The man looming over her pressed down firmly on her shoulders, emphasizing his point, “Enna Clark, I’m just unhappy!”

He was simply being childish and stubborn in his drunkenness!

Enna Clark was amused by her own foolish behavior of trying to explain things to a drunk, and she softened her tone as if cajoling Bobby, “Okay, okay, okay, I know you’re unhappy.”

“You don’t know!”

“Yes, yes, yes, I don’t know.”

“Enna Clark, you actually don’t know?”

“…” So, was she supposed to know or not?

A sober Baron Lawrence was already difficult enough to handle, but he was even more troublesome when drunk.

When she didn’t answer for ages, in the man’s eyes it became an admission; his hawk-like eyes darkened, and suddenly he bent down, sealing her lips.

The strong taste of alcohol spread between their lips and teeth with the kiss…

After just a few seconds, he let her go. His hawk-like eyes shone alarmingly bright in the night, filled with an absolute possessiveness as he firmly watched her, “Enna Clark, you are mine!”

“You are not allowed to come back with other men again!”

He squeezed out the next sentence from between his teeth, “Especially not Lyle Westbrook!”

He enunciated every word very clearly. The three words ‘Lyle Westbrook’ were bitten off particularly distinctly, ringing with force and filled with vehemence!

In that second, Enna Clark wondered if he was really drunk or had been sober all along. But soon enough, she was sure that Baron Lawrence was truly drunk because after his warning, he started muttering about a headache, hugged her, fell asleep next to her with a deeply furrowed brow, and closed his eyes…