Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Baron Lawrence stared deeply into her eyes, speaking slowly, “Enna Clark, you should know, if I wanted to, I could completely threaten you with our son. Not let you negotiate terms with me.”

Her spine tensed, standing utterly rigid. Stubbornly, she didn’t relent.

Of course, she knew that as long as he was willing, he had a myriad of ways to make her submit.

But he didn’t do that, did he?

As expected…

“I agree.” Baron Lawrence paused, “But remember what you said. You said you’d try to accept me, so you can’t resist me anymore! If I find out you’re lying to me, I won’t forgive you!”

Enna’s heart was finally at ease, her smile brighter, her tone more relaxed than ever before, “Alright.” “Now that you’ve had your say, isn’t it time for you to deal with this.”

“What do you mean?”

Baron Lawrence told her what he meant through his actions.

“Mm … uh ..

Inside the car, it was fiery hot, while outside, Scott Harris diligently guarded, acting like a statue. He turned a blind eye to everything he shouldn’t see or hear.

“Mm … Baron…”

Enna knew he wouldn’t let her off easily, but being pressed down on the sofa was too uncomfortable, not to mention humiliating. She bit her lip, then released it, not daring to look into the man’s eyes, whispering, “If you get up, I’ll help you.”

“Are you sure?”

What use was being uncertain when the arrow was already on the bowstring?

Enna nodded.

Baron Lawrence stretched his body like a cheetah, releasing her captive arm, straightening his waist, and sitting back down opposite her. He rested his hands on the sofa, his aristocratic hawk-like eyes leisurely watching her, as if to say, continue.

With ears red on the tips, Enna pulled up her clothes, slowly shifting closer, uncertain how to proceed.

“If you don’t know how, I don’t mind doing it myself.”

She steeled herself, placing her hand on the burning hot flesh.

“Mm…” Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened momentarily, his Adam’s apple rolled, a sensual moan escaping his lips.

Enna’s palm burned, she bit her lower lip, mustering the courage to move her hand up and down after several mental preparations.

With this motion, Baron Lawrence felt an urge to swallow her whole!

“Hurry up.” His voice was huskily seductive to the extreme..