Chapter 2371 - 2380: Even If You Stab Me, I Won’t Let Go
Chapter 2371: Chapter 2380: Even If You Stab Me, I Won’t Let Go
"Mmm." Enna Clark was kissed so fiercely that she opened her eyes, struggling desperately. "Baron Lawrence... mmm... let go... of me... no..."
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were harshly bitten in punishment. The domineering man’s breath was hot and heavy on her face, as if eager to prove something, he ground his teeth and said close to her, "I won’t let go! Enna Clark, we’re already married!"
"..." What do you mean?
Enna Clark was trapped on the sofa, unable to move, so she tilted her head up, looking at him in confusion.
They were married, but what did that have to do with his current outburst?
Her eyes were as bright as autumn water, reflecting her own image. Baron Lawrence’s temple throbbed twice, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his eagle-like eyes. Gripping her shoulders harder, he imprisoned her firmly in his embrace, his thin lips brushing hers, "Enna Clark, don’t even think about being with Lyle Westbrook, it’s impossible!"
"Ha?" Enna Clark widened her eyes, so angered she almost felt her soul leaving her body. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
When did she ever want to be with Lyle Westbrook?
He makes mistakes himself and then accuses others first!
"I’m just telling you, don’t even think about being with Lyle Westbrook!" Even if she’s disappointed in him, so what? They’re already married, and he won’t agree to a divorce.
Enna Clark was truly livid with him; she was a person with a good temper and rarely got this angry. She had seen people who accuse others first, but she had never seen someone caught red-handed going to a hotel yet turning around to accuse her of having an improper relationship with someone else.
Her chest swelled with anger, and she reached out to push him, "Explain yourself, when did I ever think of being with Lyle Westbrook?"
"..."
"Speak up!" Enna Clark’s voice rose as she was infuriated by him.
The domineering man suddenly turned his face away, pursing his thin lips into a straight line, uncooperative.
"Heh." Enna Clark was truly amused by her own anger, "You won’t say, right? If you won’t say, let go of me. I’m going to sleep."
He didn’t let go, instead holding her even tighter.
Enna Clark was so furious with his childish and rogue behavior that she was half dead with anger, unable to break free or push him away, her eyes red with rage.
"Baron Lawrence, I’ll ask you one more time, will you let go?" Her hand was already pressed against the wound on his shoulder, filled with threat.
The man who had turned away suddenly turned back, his eagle-like eyes locking onto her with domineering force, spitting out two words, "No!"
Enna Clark, angered by his attitude, hardened her heart and punched the wound on his left shoulder, "Will you let go?"
Although she seemed to punch him hard, in reality, as her fist was about to land on the wound, she couldn’t help but soften.
It only looked scary; in reality, she didn’t use much force.
"No!"
She pressed her lips tightly, fiercely delivering a punch that trembled her voice, "Will you let go!"
"Mmm." The man holding her grunted in pain, his thin lips turning a shade whiter, yet the persistence in his eyes didn’t waver at all. Holding her hands, he kept a firm grip, "...No!"
"Enna Clark, even if you stab me with a knife, I won’t let go, you better give up!"
Give up, don’t think, impossible...
Enna Clark couldn’t hold back anymore, her bright eyes directly meeting his gaze, and blurted out, "What did I do with Lyle Westbrook that makes you think I should give up? If anyone should give up, it should be you. You even went into a hotel with Miranda Lewis, what else are you hiding from me?"