Enna Clark felt ticklish under his palm, instinctively wanting to dodge. But her lower back was firmly held by his knowing grip, and she resigned herself to letting him caress her belly.
After a while of this, Enna couldn’t help but look at him in puzzlement, "Baron Lawrence, why do I feel like you’ve taken a special liking to touching my belly lately?"
He’s been doing it almost every day these past few days. He never had this habit before, and this sudden change made one pay special attention.
"Is there something wrong with my belly?" Enna faintly guessed at a possibility but then felt it was impossible.
The noble man half-closed his eyelids, his thick lashes hid his obsidian-like eyes, simultaneously veiling the emotions within them, "Nothing’s wrong, just felt like touching."
"No way!" Just from looking at his expression, Enna could tell he was lying, "You can’t possibly just randomly develop a fondness for my belly; there must be a reason."
Baron Lawrence withdrew his hand and looked at her with exceptional calm, "No reason, just thought of it suddenly and wanted to touch. If there must be a reason..."
He drew out his tone all of a sudden and paused.
Enna’s heart skipped a beat nervously, "What?"
The domineering man stared at her face, his thin lips touching it, "Because you’re a tortoise, so I wanted to flick the tortoise’s belly to see if it’s as soft as the book says."
"!!" Enna’s temples throbbed fiercely, chanting internally that her husband was her own choice, her own choice, restraining the urge to punch him.
"You’re the tortoise!"
"You are, slowpoke," Baron Lawrence released her, sat up from the bed, grabbed the robe next to him and put it on.
Just woken up, his hair carried an air of messy laziness, his handsome features exuded nobility, his entire presence radiated kingly charisma, his aura was so strong it seemed even the halo obeyed his mands, shining on him with particular brilliance. Coupled with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs more erect than runway models... The silver nightwear hung loosely on him, casually worn yet transmitting a unique sense of dominance.
Sexy like a walking hormone!
Any woman seeing this would not help but scream.
Baron Lawrence casually grabbed her clothes from the rack and tossed them beside her, "Get up, it’s time for breakfast."
"Oh." Enna sat up from the bed, picked up the clothes beside her, and was about to unbutton the pajamas when she realized he hadn’t walked away. Embarrassed, she ceased her actions and looked at him.
Baron Lawrence, catching her gaze, raised an eyebrow, walked to the bedside, leaned down to kiss her lips, intentionally bit them mischievously, then magnanimously entered the bathroom, "I’m going to take a shower."
"Okay."
He walked into the bathroom specially attached to the bedroom, closing the door with a click.
Only then did Enna resume the business she had paused, changed out of her pajamas, and put on her clothes.
What Baron Lawrence threw to her was a set of casual loose t-shirts. Previously, he didn’t like her wearing this type of clothing, usually when she asked him to fetch her clothes, he’d pull out dresses from the cloakroom. These past few days have been different; every time she asked him to help get clothes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, what he fetched was mostly these looser styles.
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