He spoke so bossily, but in reality, he still felt sorry for Enna Clark, and didn't actually make her unable to get out of bed.
Just once, he let Enna Clark off the hook.
Even so, Enna still felt as though her waist was going to break. Exhausted, she lay limply on the bed, letting the tall, handsome man take her to the bathroom for a bath and then bringing her back to the bed.
"So tired..."
"Mm, rest early."
Baron Lawrence lay beside her, habitually pulling her into his embrace. Suddenly, remembering what Enna had said before, his left hand naturally rested on her waist, starting to massage it.
"Mmm..." Enna was so tired she could hardly open her eyes, letting out a soft sigh of comfort.
Baron's thin lips curled up, gazing at her peaceful profile, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly, whispering, "Sleep, I'll give you a massage."
