Chapter 2309 - 2318: A Way to Make Him Compromise
Chapter 2309: Chapter 2318: A Way to Make Him Compromise
"I’m not injured." Even now, he still tried to hide it from Enna Clark.
As if Enna Clark would believe him, "You’re not injured? Then what’s that on your shoulder?"
"...Art." He dodged Enna Clark’s hand and blatantly lied, "There’s an urgent matter at the company, you stay home, that’s it."
Enna Clark was amused by his stubbornness. She hugged his waist from behind and instead of attempting from the front, she directly lifted his sweater from the back.
The thin black sweater was completely lifted to his waist, and once again Enna Clark saw the white bandages wrapped around him.
Because she lifted it from the back, she had a clearer view of his condition.
His fair skin looked feverish, showing a seductive pink, and from the bandaged area, there was a faint smell of blood...
Even so, he still dared to say he wasn’t injured?
Enna Clark’s breath caught, as she reached out her hand to touch above...
As her fingertips touched the bandage, the scorching skin underneath burned her slightly; she frowned, pulled back a little, then persevered to touch more.
Under her touch was a sticky, wet sensation. She immediately withdrew her hand, only to see a drop of crimson on her fingertips.
Enna Clark’s pupils instantly contracted, "Baron Lawrence, has your wound split open?"
She paused her breathing, "When exactly did you injure yourself? What else are you hiding from me?"
She was so angry she felt her head spinning, biting her lower lip, she spoke with a harsh expression, "No way, you must go to the hospital right now!"
The man, who had his clothes forcibly lifted, pulled them down, turned around, and firmly refused, "No need, it’s just a small injury, I’ve had it taken care of."
Enna Clark was so irritated she laughed, "Didn’t you just tell me you weren’t injured?"
"..." Damn it, what happened to this woman’s emotional intelligence! What kind of wife keeps poking at her husband’s weak spots?
Enna Clark didn’t care what he was thinking, and directly said, "I’ll have Mr. Harris drive, I’m taking you to the hospital."
"I’m not going, there’s no need!"
Enna Clark stopped, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Your wound has split open!"
"It’s just a little injury, if it splits, it splits." He spoke with indifference, as if it really was just a minor wound.
Enna Clark felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, staring at him, she took a deep breath and said, "Fine, then I’ll go find my Little Uncle."
The man, who just hadn’t cared earlier, immediately grabbed her wrist, eyes fixed tightly, "Why are you going to Edward Jackson?"
"To stay at my Little Uncle’s for a few days," Enna Clark said matter-of-factly.
To stay at my Little Uncle’s for a few days...
Baron Lawrence’s brain paused for a second, then his nerves went taut, his domineering and handsome face tensed, with sharp and resolute features.
"Damn it! Say that again!"
Enna Clark really did say it again, and wasn’t afraid of him at all, "I said, I’m giving you two choices now. One, go to the hospital with me. Two, I act like nothing happened, and go over to Little Uncle’s for a few days. When you’re really not injured anymore, I’ll move back."
"Are you trying to separate from me?" Finally understanding, Baron’s sharp eyes narrowed suddenly.
"Yes!"
Enna Clark certainly wasn’t planning to separate from him, but once he became stubborn, nobody could do anything about it.
She just wanted him to go to the hospital, so she had no choice but to use this method.