Enna Clark had no idea what was going on in his mind. She worked up a sweat as she finally finished bandaging his wounds one by one. The result, however, looked a bit⦠unsatisfactory.
âDone.â
Baron Lawrence looked down at the gauze wrapped around his body as if he was wearing a piece of clothing, his face as terrible as a rotten tomato. He glared at her impatiently, âEnna, do you think youâre wrapping a mummy?â
He reached out to pull at the bandages.
Enna immediately stopped him, âIâve tried my best to make them look good. There are too many wounds on your back. Itâs impossible to wrap them properly without doing it this way. Just bear with it for now. You wonât see them once you put your clothes on anyway.â
Baron Lawrenceâs handsome face darkened.
Of course, they wouldnât be visible once he put his clothes on, but he was undressing in front of her!
If she made him look this ugly, would she ever think of his body the same way again?
Baron Lawrence couldnât stand the thought. Irritated, he reached for the bandages again, âThen donât wrap them at all.â
âNo, the wound will get infected if not bandaged.â Enna firmly stopped him from touching the gauze.
Baron Lawrence was extremely unhappy with his appearance. His eyes widened, radiating an ominous aura, âLet it get infected, I wonât die from it! I know my body, I donât need bandages!â
Enna was almost driven mad by his stubbornness. She grabbed the manâs hand, her face flushed red with anger as she blurted out a harsh threat, âIf you donât let me wrap you up, I wonât talk to you anymore.â
This threat sounded like something a child would say.
However, the irritated man who was about to rip off the gauze suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes burned with anger as he stared at her and squeezed out two words, âYou dare!â
If she dared to ignore him, he would kiss her until she spoke!
Enna knew that her threat would work on him, so she calmly pulled his hand away, âThen donât touch the gauze.â
Before Baron Lawrence could respond,
She immediately looked into his eyes and added, âBaron Lawrence, Iâm worried about you.â
ââ¦â
The man whose eyes had just been filled with anger suddenly had the fire in them extinguished.
His thin lips trembled, letting go of her hand. His face was still rigid and darkened as he looked away from her in apparent annoyance. He didnât touch the gauze, instead grabbing the storybook heâd told Bobby yesterday from the bedside table and tossing it to Enna before lying down on the bed. âTell me a story, I want to hear your voice,â he commanded.
The effects of Flynn-125 had worn off, and his nerves could once again feel every inch of agony on his body.
He didnât want to take more medicine.
And he couldnât âconsumeâ her either.
He had to find another way to distract himself.
Listening to Enna read seemed to be a good method.
Enna caught the detective storybook off-guard. She opened it and found that it was a pure English version. She could recognize most of the words, but couldnât string them together to tell a complete story.
She closed the book, thought for a moment, and then got up and said, âWait a moment.â
She then ran out and returned shortly with a new book. She sat down by the bed again, opened the book, and began to read, âA long, long time ago, there was a free and comfortable country where the king and queen were deeply in love. One day, the queen gave birth to a beautiful princess, and the king was overjoyed. They held a nationwide celebration, and thatâs when the witch appeared. She saw the beautiful baby princess in her swaddling clothes and cast a vicious curse on herâ¦â