Chapter 1704: 1694: Can't Admit to Caring About Him and Being Good to Him?

Chapter 1704: Chapter 1694: Can’t Admit to Caring About Him and Being Good to Him?

The temples sent waves of dizziness, Baron Lawrence did not let go of her hand but briefly closed his eyes, his heroic eyebrows knotted tightly. His voice was hoarse and sexy, “How long did I sleep?”

“Not long.”

After the brief dizziness passed, he reopened his eyes, his deep black eagle-like eyes were like vortices, trying to suck her in, “If it wasn’t long, your arm wouldn’t be numb!”

Clearly not believing what she said.

Enna Clark, “I really didn’t sleep for long, at most an hour and a half. My arm is numb because it’s uncomfortable to maintain this position for a long time.”

Baron Lawrence’s straight nose and sexy thin lips formed a perfect parabola, deep and dangerous, “If it was uncomfortable, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“It was hard for you to sleep a bit, and I wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, no need to wake you up.”

“Then why were you just fidgeting and quietly levering my hand?”

This woman, if she doesn’t lie, will she die?

Does admitting she cares about him mean she’ll die?

Is she dumb or just has low emotional intelligence?

With other women, in this situation, many would have taken the chance to tell him how much they like him and care about him.

Enna Clark really didn’t think about it that way, she spoke as she was, without embellishment, explaining, “Because it wasn’t uncomfortable at first, only sitting for a long time became uncomfortable. I wanted to see if I could remove my hand without waking you…”

“No, you can’t!” Baron Lawrence interrupted her directly.

Because even if he’s asleep, he can still sense whether she’s there.

If she wants to sneak away, he would immediately wake up.

So, Enna Clark could never withdraw her hand without alerting him.

His eagle eyes slightly darkened, staring at her intently, his hoarse voice opening, “Then if you couldn’t pull it out, would you wake me up?”

Enna Clark was stunned for a moment, if?

She honestly said, “I don’t know. Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t.”

Baron Lawrence really wanted to strangle her.

His handsome face darkened.

Then he took a deep breath, tightened his grip on her hand, and said domineeringly, “Next time remember, the standard answer to this question is no. Next time I ask you the same question, just answer no, don’t say so much nonsense.”

“I was telling the truth.”

“I don’t want to hear the truth.”

He just wanted to hear her lie, is that not allowed?

Enna Clark had never seen someone so childish and domineering, she was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, the man who was holding her hand released it, and a comfortable massaging sensation came from his shoulder, the stiff muscles relaxed, even the tense nerves in her arms loosened…

Enna Clark, astonished, looked at the man who was wordlessly massaging her arms. The car lights softly illuminated his handsome, noble face.

His actions were not at all standard, even quite clumsy, but Enna Clark could feel he was trying to control his strength, trying to relax the muscles in her arms.

“Does it feel better now?”

It was Baron Lawrence’s first time giving someone a massage.

In the past, he only had people massage him; no one was qualified or capable of having him serve them.

So he was just going by feel as he kneaded Enna Clark’s shoulders.

Trying to be as gentle as possible, so as not to crush her.

“If it’s too hard, tell me.” His tone was harsh, but his actions were gentle, the kind of gentleness any woman would find irresistible in Baron Lawrence.

Even while massaging her, his right hand still firmly gripped Enna Clark’s left hand, unwilling to let go even if it meant using only one hand to massage her.

Enna Clark didn’t know how to describe his domineering possessive behavior.

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