Baron Lawrence could clearly feel the changes in his body.
Especially when the small woman pressing against his forehead seemed yet to notice, her breath softly flickering against his face, the changes in his lower abdomen became even more apparent!
He could feel his lower abdomen suddenly tensing up, as even the color of his eyes deepened!
Damn it!
What was she doing?
Baron Lawrence gripped the bedsheets tightly, afraid that he might lose control and pounce on her.
Enna Clark, however, was completely unaware of the changes in his breathing and eye color, focusing all her energy on the temperature of his forehead.
Having pressed her forehead against his for too long, she was starting to lose her ability to judge any change in his temperature.
She lifted up slightly, waited a bit, then leaned in again, "Baron Lawrence, why does your temperature keep rising? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"