"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!"
