Chapter 85: Chapter 85: He Fed Her Water
Translator: 549690339
The bustle of the outside world did not disturb the tranquility of the hospital.
In the VIP hospital ward.
The person lying on the bed twitched her eyelashes, and her pale white lips moved slightly, “Water…”
As soon as she opened her mouth, the cold air poured into her throat, causing a burning soreness.
Enna Clark woke up due to the pain. As soon as she opened her eyes, a strong arm helped her sit up, and a glass of water was offered to her lips. She was so thirsty that she took a big gulp.
“Cough, cough…”
She drank too fast and choked. The cough triggered her stomach and a rusty, iron taste surfaced. She swallowed down the taste, her face scrunching up like a dumpling.
It’s so cold.
Who fed her cold water?
Baron Lawrence clumsily supported her with one hand while patting her back with the other. Regret flashed across his hawk-like eyes, “Are you feeling better?”
…Baron Lawrence?”
Her voice was as hoarse as a bellows, scaring her with its raspiness.
“It’s me. Do you want more water?” Baron Lawrence carefully held her up and asked.
Enna Clark glanced hesitantly at the glass of water within her reach. Her throat was aching for a drink, but her stomach protested against the cold.
“Don’t want to drink anymore?
Baron Lawrence looked at her pale face and colorless lips, his heart clenched. He tilted his head back, drank the water, leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers.
“Hmph!”
Enna Clark was startled, her eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t have the strenzth to resist; her lips were pried open and warm water flowed into her mouth. Due to severe thirst, her throat instinctively swallowed, like a hungry baby bird being fed.
After an unknown amount of time, the man’s lips finally left hers. They were connected by a thin line of silver, indescribably enticing.
“Want more?” Under the light, the hard lines of his face softened a bit. His hawk-like eyes were trained solely on her as if she was the only one he could see.
Enna Clark was left rattled by his gaze, her foggy mind finally clear. Remembering how Baron Lawrence had just fed her water, she shook her head immediately, “No more.” “Not thirsty anymore?”
“…Not thirsty anymore.”
Although her just-hydrated throat was starting to feel dry again, Enna Clark forced herself to ignore it.
“Is there any discomfort elsewhere? Are you feeling better?” he asked.
His tone was so gentle, completely unlike the high-handed and demanding man he usually was.
Enna Clark shook her head, unaccustomed to his tenderness.
“That’s good.”
“…?” What’s good?
She didn’t have to wonder for long before she found out what was “good”.
The man who had just been caring and gentle put down the glass of water and turned around; his expression darkened. His beautiful hawk-like eyes glared at her as if he was going to grab her and give her a beating. Enna had seen people’s moods shift quickly, but no one was faster than Baron Lawrence!
“Who told you to block the beer bottle for me?” he growled, repressing his anger, “Do you know how dangerous that was? Do you think you’re made of cotton wool? Have you ever considered what would happen if that bottle hit your head? Are you tired of living or just simply can’t bear it anymore? So eager to confront death?!”
What happens when you’re hit at the back of your head with a beer bottle? Of course, you may die.
Enna Clark felt a chill down her spine and was immensely grateful that Finn Smith had missed her head.
Baron Lawrence was beside himself with anger.. He had to pace back and forth to suppress the frustration boiling within him, shouting in the meantime, “What ‘I’? I’ve always thought you’re just a slow learner, I didn’t expect you to be downright foolish!”
Chapter 85: Chapter 85: He Fed Her Water
Translator: 549690339
The bustle of the outside world did not disturb the tranquility of the hospital.
In the VIP hospital ward.
The person lying on the bed twitched her eyelashes, and her pale white lips moved slightly, “Water…”
As soon as she opened her mouth, the cold air poured into her throat, causing a burning soreness.
Enna Clark woke up due to the pain. As soon as she opened her eyes, a strong arm helped her sit up, and a glass of water was offered to her lips. She was so thirsty that she took a big gulp.
“Cough, cough…”
She drank too fast and choked. The cough triggered her stomach and a rusty, iron taste surfaced. She swallowed down the taste, her face scrunching up like a dumpling.
It’s so cold.
Who fed her cold water?
Baron Lawrence clumsily supported her with one hand while patting her back with the other. Regret flashed across his hawk-like eyes, “Are you feeling better?”
…Baron Lawrence?”
Her voice was as hoarse as a bellows, scaring her with its raspiness.
“It’s me. Do you want more water?” Baron Lawrence carefully held her up and asked.
Enna Clark glanced hesitantly at the glass of water within her reach. Her throat was aching for a drink, but her stomach protested against the cold.
“Don’t want to drink anymore?
Baron Lawrence looked at her pale face and colorless lips, his heart clenched. He tilted his head back, drank the water, leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers.
“Hmph!”
Enna Clark was startled, her eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t have the strenzth to resist; her lips were pried open and warm water flowed into her mouth. Due to severe thirst, her throat instinctively swallowed, like a hungry baby bird being fed.
After an unknown amount of time, the man’s lips finally left hers. They were connected by a thin line of silver, indescribably enticing.
“Want more?” Under the light, the hard lines of his face softened a bit. His hawk-like eyes were trained solely on her as if she was the only one he could see.
Enna Clark was left rattled by his gaze, her foggy mind finally clear. Remembering how Baron Lawrence had just fed her water, she shook her head immediately, “No more.” “Not thirsty anymore?”
“…Not thirsty anymore.”
Although her just-hydrated throat was starting to feel dry again, Enna Clark forced herself to ignore it.
“Is there any discomfort elsewhere? Are you feeling better?” he asked.
His tone was so gentle, completely unlike the high-handed and demanding man he usually was.
Enna Clark shook her head, unaccustomed to his tenderness.
“That’s good.”
“…?” What’s good?
She didn’t have to wonder for long before she found out what was “good”.
The man who had just been caring and gentle put down the glass of water and turned around; his expression darkened. His beautiful hawk-like eyes glared at her as if he was going to grab her and give her a beating. Enna had seen people’s moods shift quickly, but no one was faster than Baron Lawrence!
“Who told you to block the beer bottle for me?” he growled, repressing his anger, “Do you know how dangerous that was? Do you think you’re made of cotton wool? Have you ever considered what would happen if that bottle hit your head? Are you tired of living or just simply can’t bear it anymore? So eager to confront death?!”
What happens when you’re hit at the back of your head with a beer bottle? Of course, you may die.
Enna Clark felt a chill down her spine and was immensely grateful that Finn Smith had missed her head.
Baron Lawrence was beside himself with anger.. He had to pace back and forth to suppress the frustration boiling within him, shouting in the meantime, “What ‘I’? I’ve always thought you’re just a slow learner, I didn’t expect you to be downright foolish!”
