Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1453: Chapter 1453: I Told You Not to Seek Death Chapter 1453: Chapter 1453: I Told You Not to Seek Death With a thud, her nose collided right into the man’s firm chest.

“Hiss—” Enna Clark inhaled sharply, instinctively covering her nose.

That hurt.

She almost knocked her own nosebleed out.

What is he doing!

As soon as she raised her head, her jaw was seized and forcefully lifted, and the next second, a pair of thin lips sealed hers.

The cool mint scent mixed with the aroma of sandalwood swept through her mouth, and aside from the fragrance of mint, there was a faint smell of disinfectant alcohol!

Baron Lawrence’s kiss was assertive, but his thin lips were very soft, as soft as cotton candy.

From Enna’s initial shock to gradually becoming immersed, her heart also began to undulate and beat faster, she closed her eyes and responded to the kiss.

She would have been better off not responding, as it undoubtedly fanned the flames—a commanding blaze seemed to ignite in the man’s eagle eyes, deep and bottomless, as if he intended to burn the little woman in front of him to ashes.

It wasn’t enough, still not enough!

He grasped the back of the little woman’s head, deepening the kiss.

“Mmm.” Enna Clark moaned, involuntarily furrowing her brows.

She didn’t realize how alluring she looked when she slightly knitted her brows, that subtle gesture was like pouring oil on the fire!

Baron Lawrence felt a surge of heat rise from his lower abdomen.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, his breathing also grew heavier.

Damn it!

He couldn’t continue like this!

If he continued, he might… forcefully take her!

Yet, stopping at this moment was more painful for any man than being stabbed twice in the chest.

He opened his mouth and, as if venting his frustration, bit Enna’s corner of the mouth, summoning all his strength to suppress the heat in his lower abdomen and forcibly pulled away.

“I told you not to court death, you were the one who seduced me first!”

He had told her he didn’t need her to apply the ointment, but she insisted on applying it anyway, without any sense of danger, getting her face so close her breath was on his face—a pure death wish!

Did she think he was Ascetic who could remain unruffled?

His self-control wasn’t as good as she thought!

Enna Clark’s cheeks flushed red, breathing heavily, her lips still slightly swollen from that kiss, she had no energy to refute his bandit logic.

From the beginning, Baron Lawrence’s gaze had been locked onto her, and of course, he took in every bit of her reaction.

His eyes darkened once again.

Shit!

What is she gasping for!

As if he hadn’t restrained himself fiercely enough!

Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows deeply, forcefully shifting his gaze away from Enna Clark, took a few deep breaths until the tension in his lower abdomen was less intense. Then he dominantly pulled up Enna Clark’s left hand, rubbing it against the corner of his mouth, “You still have something unfinished to do.”

Enna Clark’s fingers were coated with the ointment, and his casual action gave an indescribably ambiguous impression.

Enna Clark could clearly feel the temperature in the villa rising.

She inexplicably felt hot.

She tried to act as if nothing had happened and said, “Let me do it, you can’t see.”

Baron Lawrence let go of her hand.

Enna Clark composed herself and noticed that the ointment on her fingers had smudged on the sofa because of the kiss. She squeezed out some more, and carefully applied it to his lip wound.

Because of the kiss, his thin lips were as red as roses, looking even more sensual and attractive.

Enna Clark didn’t dare to look too long, quickly finished applying the ointment, then packed up the Medicine Box and said, “All done.”