Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2285: Chapter 2294: Can’t Go to the Hospital, or Enna Clark Will Find Out

”Don’t go to the hospital, take me back to the hotel!” Baron Lawrence pressed on his injured left shoulder, blood continuously flowing out. Just using his palm to stop it wasn’t enough. The crimson blood trickled down through his fingers, looking shocking.

”But, Lord...” Scott Harris was almost overwhelmed with guilt. If he hadn’t reacted slowly, Lord wouldn’t have been injured saving him. If anything happened to Lord, even if he died to atone for his mistake, it wouldn’t be enough. ”Lord, you should still go to the hospital. Otherwise, how will you remove the bullet from your shoulder?”

”Let a doctor come to the hotel to remove it. Alright, it’s decided.” He couldn’t go to the hospital; Enna Clark would find out about his injury. She would surely panic again, and the doctor had said she shouldn’t be stimulated.

Baron Lawrence’s shoulder throbbed with tearing pain as his blood rapidly drained. His complexion grew increasingly pale. Yet, his expression was calm, showing no signs of being shot.

”This is an order!”

This is an order!

Scott Harris swallowed all his worries and tried to calm himself down before arranging everything over the phone.

Fifteen minutes later, the smoking car arrived at the hotel, escorted by several vehicles.

Scott Harris had already torn off part of his own clothing to help press against part of the wound, stopping a little of the bleeding.

The tall, handsome man, with a bullet in his shoulder, did not let anyone support him. Wearing a hat and sunglasses, he insisted on walking into the hotel elevator by himself.

A group of people majestically entered the Presidential Suite.

Once they reached a safe place.

Baron Lawrence grunted, pressing his shoulder as another stream of blood slid down from between the fingers of his palm. His sexy thin lips now held no color at all, almost transparent in their paleness.

Scott Harris quickly opened the room door, ”Lord, just hang on a bit more, we’re here.”

Two bodyguards perceptively supported him, but Baron Lawrence shoved them away, his forehead drenched with cold sweat as he entered the Presidential Suite.

Miranda Lewis had originally thought Baron Lawrence wouldn’t return after leaving. Her plans had fallen through, and she was restlessly pacing in the Presidential Suite.

Suddenly, she heard movements in the entrance hall and quickly trotted over—

She was met with the sight of the proud, dignified man.

The man’s face was pale, his shoulder showing clear signs of injury, blood continuously oozing...

”Ah!” Miranda didn’t expect to see this and instinctively screamed.

Baron Lawrence’s shoulder already hurt enough, and upon hearing her sharp voice, his temples throbbed even more intensely.

He pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes swept over Miranda’s face, which bore a sixty percent resemblance to Enna Clark, increasing his irritation.

Shit! How did he forget about this woman being in the hotel?

He coldly ordered the bodyguard beside him, ”Shut her mouth and throw her where I can’t see her!”

”Understood, Lord.”

A black-clad bodyguard swiftly covered Miranda’s mouth and, like dragging a sack, dragged her unceremoniously into the room—

The world finally quieted down. Baron Lawrence, enduring the burning pain in his shoulder, walked over to the living room sofa and sat down. After receiving the hemostatic gauze, he looked up and said, ”Hurry the doctor, get them here quickly!”

”Yes, Lord, please wait a moment.”

Even if Baron Lawrence hadn’t said it, he would have been calling to urge them.

Lord’s wound kept bleeding, and he was really worried that if this continued, Lord might pass out from excessive blood loss.

Scott Harris went to the window and made a call.