Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 454: 454: Is it too cold-blooded?

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Enna Clark woke up in pain in the middle of the night.

Her lower abdomen throbbed with a dull ache, stirring her awake from her sleep.

Strange…

Why was her stomach hurting so much?

Enna gritted her teeth, propped herself up from the bed, and realized it was pitch black outside. She had no idea what time it was and wanted to turn on the light to check the time. However, as a wave of pain surged through her abdomen, she slipped and knocked the glass of water off the bedside table.

The glass shattered with a crisp sound.

With a loud bang, the bedroom door was abruptly pushed open. A figure entered, bringing in a gust of cold wind, and quickly rushed to her side. He gripped her shoulders, his voice filled with concern, “Enna, what’s wrong?”

“Baron Lawrence, you’re back?” She was stunned.

Wasn’t he abroad?

Didn’t Mr. Harris say he would be back in three days?

How did he come back so soon?

“I asked what happened to you? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Damn it!

He switched on the bedside lamp, instantly illuminating the bedroom. With a clear view, he saw the pale, weak face of the girl in front of him.

His eyebrows furrowed even more, and he growled irritably, “I’ll take you to the hospital!”

He proceeded to lift her.

Enna blinked, finally regaining her senses. Enduring the discomfort in her abdomen, she dodged him, “It’s not necessary, I just have a headache.”

If she admitted to having stomach pain, he would definitely overreact.

“Just a headache?”

“Yeah.”

Baron Lawrence still looked somber, his strong arm forcefully lifting her from the bed and carrying her to the living room.

He then placed her on the couch and commanded, “Sit still and don’t leave.”

He went to the side, fetched a cup of warm water, and handed it to her, “Here.”

Enna took the cup and sipped the water.

The warm water flowed down her throat and warmed her stomach. Whether it was because her stomach was warmed, her belly suddenly didn’t feel as uncomfortable.

She lowered her head and took another small sip, her pale lips finally regaining some color.

As she sipped the water, the handsome man standing beside her suddenly spoke, “I heard about Juliet Jordan.”

“…” Enna’s movement stopped, and she lifted her head.

The gaze that met Baron Lawrence darkened further as he saw her involuntarily clenching the cup. He snatched it from her hand and tossed it aside. Then he sat down on the sofa and pulled her into his embrace.

Her body was tender and soft, still carrying the natural scent of her bath. Baron Lawrence’s tense face relaxed, holding her hand with one hand and firmly pressing her against his chest with the other as he continued speaking, “Enna, you are not allowed to feel upset!”

“Pfft!” His command made Enna laugh and cry at the same time. She couldn’t help but retort, “Whether my mood is good or bad is not something I have control over.”

“I don’t care, you’re not allowed to feel bad!” He was as domineering as ever, like a tyrant.

Enna’s expression was desolate, but she managed to squeeze out a smile and said, “I was just thinking that I might be too cold-blooded…”

As soon as she finished speaking, her cheek was ruthlessly pinched!

“Mmm!” He didn’t hold back, and Enna groaned in protest, reaching out to grab his hand, seemingly unable to believe that he was treating her like this while her mood was so terrible.

Baron Lawrence persisted, holding her pinched cheek until it flushed red before letting go. He grabbed the back of her head, preventing her from retreating, and lowered his face, looking straight into Enna’s eyes. His hot breath brushed against her skin.