The hot flow in his lower abdomen surged stronger and stronger; he could feel it was already tense below, the desire for her was so intense that he could barely control it.
But he couldn't touch her.
He is ten thousand miles away from her right now, it's basically impossible to have her!
Baron Lawrence gritted his teeth, resisting the suffocating tension.
Shi-t!
Why isn't being by her side every day enough?
Even leaving her for a second feels so painful!
Every cell in his body is clamoring for her, wanting to be close to her, it's as addictive and unshakeable as a drug.
Enna Clark saw him staring at her without blinking, reached out to touch her face, and asked, "Is there something on my face? Did I not clean my mask properly?"
"No."
"..."
Another silence followed.
Enna Clark was simply resigned to him.
