Enna Clark's nose bumped against his firm chest, feeling a bit dazed, "Not getting checked?"
What's wrong with him? Wasn't he just insisting on a thorough examination? She had finished the check-ups, and now he said no more checking.
"Yeah, no more checking."
Baron Lawrence let her go, his hawkish eyes taking in her pale lips that were tormented by the examination. For the first time, he regretted his decision. He didn't like this woman's pale and fragile appearance, nor did he like seeing her tormented.
He especially didn't like seeing her lips without color.
Her pale-lipped look would make him involuntarily think of her appearance when she said she was tired and wanted to sleep in the abandoned factory!
Baron Lawrence's eyes gradually darkened, he leaned in, and suddenly kissed Enna Clark's lips.
"Um. Baron Lawrence."