Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 929: Chapter 929: Sobering Up from Drunkenness

Breathing evenly beside her, Enna Clark couldn’t believe her eyes as she turned her head towards the man who was so close.

Because his eyes were closed, the overbearing and strong impression he usually projected was slightly lessened, but due to his deeply sculpted facial features, he still carried an inherent noble air, giving off an aloof and sharp presence that nobility possessed…Even while asleep, his lips were firmly pressed together, looking rather displeased.

Baron Lawrence’s lips naturally curled upwards at the corners, and along with his thin lips that resembled rose petals, they gave off the impression of someone seeking a kiss when not looked at closely.

Enna Clark had never thought the phrase “a touch of fragrance from a single kiss” could apply to a man, but now, she genuinely felt it suited the man beside her perfectly without any sense of discord!

His breath still carried a strong scent of alcohol, and Enna moved slightly, quietly lifting the arm he had draped over her waist, intending to get a wet towel to wipe his face.

Yet, the man who seemed to be disturbed in his sleep just when she had managed to move his arm, laid it back over her waist. This time, he even pulled her towards him, only stopping when she was completely within his control.

A deep, husky voice murmured still in sleep, “Enna Clark…”

Her ear was filled with the heat of the man’s breath, and her waist was encircled by his strong arm. Enna knew that in such a situation, there was no hope of getting free this night.

She had thought that being held like this, she would be unable to sleep. But perhaps it was because she had found Gigi, or maybe because this embrace was overbearing yet surprisingly comforting, she slowly closed her eyes…

The night was still long.

The lunar light spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the two embraced in slumber on the bed in an indescribable warmth.

*

The next day, the morning sun shone in from outside and Enna Clark uttered a groan, turning uncomfortably and fully awakening only when she realized her waist was trapped.

When she woke up, Baron Lawrence had not yet awoken.

She quietly pulled away his hand and was just about to get out of bed when the deeply sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, his obsidian gaze landing precisely on her, almost reflexively catching the hand that she was using in an attempt to rise.

“Morning,” Enna Clark was the first to flash a smile, greeting him naturally.

The prideful man’s eyes gradually shed the grogginess of sleep, and at the same time, due to the hangover, a pounding pain started throbbing at his temples.

He frowned slightly, as the memories of the previous night began to return.

He remembered wanting to go out for some air because he was in a bad mood and then bumped into Adam Sinclair, who insisted on taking him somewhere. So they went to a small bar nearby. His mood was sour, and there was red wine, so he started drinking… After that, his memory became blurry, seeming to recall that Adam went to the restroom, and then, Enna Clark arrived.

He lowered his gaze and noticed that his injured hand, which was well bandaged with a fresh bandage and a clumsy technique, could only have been done by a certain someone.

A moment flashed through his mind, he was holding Enna Clark’s hand, and she was helping him with the bandage despite his reluctance to let go, and then he just kept watching her as she lowered her eyes to tend to the wound…