Chapter 2843 - 2852: Is Enna Clark ‘Crying’?
Chapter 2843: Chapter 2852: Is Enna Clark ‘Crying’?
Bobby had a struggling look on his face, unwilling to leave as he turned back every few steps, but was ultimately taken away by Scott Harris.
The ward was instantly left with only Baron Lawrence and Enna Clark.
He stood by the bedside for a while, bent down to tuck the sleeping person in, and then returned to the living room. He found some cotton swabs, poured a bit of honey water into a cup, and went back to the bedside. Bending his noble waist, he carefully and attentively dipped the cotton swab in honey water, dabbing it bit by bit on Enna Clark’s lips.
Probably because she had been in a deep sleep for most of the day, Enna Clark’s lips were pale and chapped, looking extremely haggard.
He meticulously used honey to moisturize her lips one by one, and her lips immediately appeared much healthier. Perhaps it was because the cotton swab made her lips too itchy, her delicate eyebrows furrowed again, and her long eyelashes started to tremble.
Baron Lawrence felt as if his heart was trembling along with her.
He squeezed the cotton swab in his hand tightly, almost unable to control his grip, nearly snapping the wooden stick into two!
"Enna Clark?"
"..." The seemingly awakening person did not respond as he wished.
Baron Lawrence’s heart felt like it was on a roller coaster, soaring to the sky and then crashing back down heavily!
He tossed the cotton swab into the trash, massaged his throbbing temples, pursed his thin lips, and reached out to hook his forefinger around the little finger of the person on the bed.
Her skin was naturally inclined to be cold, and now it was even colder.
Baron Lawrence’s brows instantly knitted together, just about to let go to help tuck her in or turn on the air conditioner, when he suddenly felt his forefinger being lightly pinched.
His whole body instantly stiffened, his legs anchored to the spot.
The person holding his forefinger seemed to be slowly recovering, gradually tightening the grip until finally holding his hand completely...
At this moment, the person lying quietly on the bed let out a muffled groan, "Mmm."
His heart tightened once more.
With his handsome face taut, he quickly stepped to the bedside, "Enna Clark, are you awake? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"
In her daze, Enna Clark heard what sounded like a mosquito buzzing incessantly beside her ear, making her uncomfortable and frown, wanting to wave away the pesky ’mosquito’.
But she had no strength at all, even though she wanted to raise her hand, she found herself unable to move.
She desperately tried to open her eyes, feeling more and more of an urge to do so.
Finally, a sliver of bright light shone in—
"Mmm..."
The light was too dazzling. As soon as her eyes touched the light, she immediately closed them again, uncomfortable. Her eyes stung from the stimulation, becoming increasingly sore and uncontrollably shedding tears...
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it your stomach? Damn it, didn’t they say you were fine! I’m going to call the doctor! Wait for me!"
This voice was—Baron Lawrence!
As Enna Clark’s consciousness gradually cleared, she instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand.
Her throat was still extremely dry, and tears continued to fall from the irritation of the light. Enna Clark struggled to open her eyes and tearfully stopped him, "Don’t go..."
The sound that came out startled even herself.
It was so hoarse.
As if she hadn’t drunk water for several days, her voice was shattered.
Indeed, hearing her unpleasant voice, the person she held onto became even more agitated, "Let go, I’m going to call the doctor!"