Bab 612: Chapter 612: The Pain You Bring Upon Yourself

Her injured finger was wrapped in his warm, thin lips, as if electricity was flowing through it.

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.