Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 30: Domineering to the Extreme

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In bed…

Could he not think of anything else!

Enna Clark’s face flushed, and she struggled to maintain a serious demeanor as she pushed him away. “Baron Lawrence, don’t be like this.”

Just as he was about to kiss her lips, she ruthlessly pushed him away.

Baron Lawrence’s dark eyebrows locked together in annoyance. Ignoring her resistance, he grabbed her hands, leaned down, and blocked her lips…

More than ten minutes later, Enna Clark’s lips were starting to feel numb. The man finally left her red lips, and like a master, he returned to playing with her fingers. He raised his eyebrows mercifully and said, ‘Go ahead.”

How could she say anything when he was like this!

Enna Clark tried to steady her breath as he played with her fingertips. She tried her best to keep a straight face, but the physical reaction of her reddened earlobes betrayed her seriousness completely.

“Baron Lawrence, you misunderstand me. I wasn’t playing hard to get.”

The man playing with her fingers stopped for a moment. He raised his arrogant, noble phoenix eyes but didn’t respond.

Enna Clark continued, “I really wasn’t playing hard to get with you. Please believe me. That night at the bar, I drank too much and was messing around with my friends. If I offended you, I hope you can forgive me.”

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“I didn’t deliberately try to find you. It was purely a coincidence. I have absolutely no improper thoughts about you…” As soon as her words fell, her fingertips suddenly hurt!

Enna Clark almost cried out.

But when she saw the man’s expression across from her, she held back her pain.

“Why did you stop talking?”

Didn’t she just have a lot to say?

This woman always knew how to twist the knife in his heart!

“Finished? Now it’s my turn.”

Baron Lawrence’s face turned extremely ugly. He suddenly stood up, kicked aside a cushion with one foot, and leaned down to grab Enna Clark’s wrist, pulling her to her feet in a rough manner.

“Why should I believe you? I believed you before and you took the money and left. Now you want me to believe you again. What are you trying to deceive me out of this time?”

Enna Clark’s weakness had been hit, and she couldn’t argue.

No matter the reason, she had indeed taken 750 thousand from him five years ago.

Baron Lawrence exuded a wintry chill, his hawkish eyes staring into hers as he gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Speak!”

Enna Clark clenched her lower lip.

Baron Lawrence’s anger turned into a cold smile. He scoffed, suddenly bending down and lifting her up horizontally, carrying her inside.

“What are you doing?”

Bang!

The bedroom door was violently kicked open.

The next second, Enna Clark was thrown onto the soft bed.

The man pressed down on her.

“Fucking… you!”

Enna Clark struggled desperately, “Pervert! Shameless! Let me go!”

Baron Lawrence captured her struggling hands with one hand, pinning them above her head.

The disparity in strength between the man and woman was too great. Enna Clark started to panic. “Let me go! You can’t force me! If you force me, I can sue you!”

“Hmph. Then go ahead and sue!” The cold and stern man sneered, leaving an ambiguous mark on her neck. He lifted his head, his dark eyes as beautiful as obsidian, filled with intense possessiveness and stubbornness. “Enna Clark, I told you before, playing hard to get doesn’t work on me. In the past, I let you go because I couldn’t bear to. Now… I’ve decided to do things my way, and I don’t need your consent.”

She wouldn’t agree, anyway. She would only pretend to be pitiful when she was deceiving people!

Having spoken, Baron Lawrence bent down again, sealing her lips with his. The man’s overbearing aura overwhelmed Enna Clark, leaving her weak and unable to resist…

After a powerful and intense entanglement…

Enna Clark passed out completely. Just before she lost consciousness, she heard Baron Lawrence’s cruel voice proclaiming, “This will be your home from now on, Enna Clark. Don’t defy me… otherwise, I don’t know what I might

do….’