Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

The next second, she was lifted horizontally by him and carried towards the bedroom.

“Baron Lawrence?”

“Shut up.”

The man with a dark face carried her all the way to the bedroom and, with a kick of his foot, closed the door behind him.

Then he put her down roughly on the bed, his face tense and silent, and took out a home medicine box from the cabinet. He squatted on one knee in front of her and placed her injured hand on his leg.

“I can do it myself.”

Enna’s hand had just shrunk back when her wrist was firmly grasped by Baron. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the cut on her finger as if it were a life-threatening wound, and he quickly raised his head to scold her, “Don’t move!”

Enna was firmly held by him and couldn’t move.

So she had to let him handle the wound for her.

Just when she lost focus for a moment, she accidentally cut her finger with the fruit knife, but the wound wasn’t deep. Baron used a cotton swab to press on it for a while, and the blood stopped.

He seemed to be extremely irritated by the sight of the blood on the swab and threw it into the trash can. Then he took out red iodine from the medicine box and said, “This is for disinfection, it will hurt.”

The next sentence was, “It’s your own fault if it hurts.”

Although he was harsh in his words, when he applied the iodine, he didn’t pour it directly onto Enna’s wound like he did when he helped her apply disinfectant alcohol last time. Instead, he took another cotton swab from the box, dipped it in the iodine, and applied it to her.

He probably had never treated someone’s injury so gently before, and several times the stiffness in his movements accidentally made the cotton swab poke at Enna’s wound, causing her pain.

Enna hissed in pain as she breathed in the cold air.

Each time she hissed, Baron’s movements became stiffer.

Eventually it became so tense that veins on his forehead bulged out, and from the look of restraint on his face, Enna felt at any moment he might suddenly stand up, throw everything away, and refuse to help anymore.

However, despite the irritation on Baron’s face, he remained half-squatting in front of her, firmly holding her wrist, and patiently treating the small wound on her thumb.

Looking at his razor-sharp side profile, Enna understood why Miranda, Amelia, and the others were attracted to Baron. Truth be told, any woman with clear vision would be drawn to a man like Baron. Putting aside his temper, he was definitely the kind of man who could reach the peak of his life with just his looks and demeanor, even if he were penniless.

He was the kind of man women would be willing to work harder and earn more money for, just to have him stay at home and stare at his breathtaking face a bit more while eating, making the food taste even better.

Moreover, Baron was not a penniless nobody to begin with; he had a dazzling identity and an impressive family background.

Having been loved by such a man, it was really hard to imagine a breakup scene someday.

Enna involuntarily thought of the phone call and the scene she saw at the hotel entrance, feeling suffocated and a little restless in her heart.

She opened her mouth, about to say something.

Then suddenly, the man who had treated her wound and applied the adhesive bandage on it looked up, and his sharp eagle-like eyes caught hers – she’d been caught staring at him.