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Chapter 470: 470: What is the Reason?

“Where do you not feel well?” Baron Lawrence’s brow furrowed, as if he could crush a fly with it. He turned around and grabbed her wrist, his eyes full of concern, “Another headache? Or somewhere else that’s uncomfortable?”

She felt uncomfortable in her heart, as if an invisible hand was squeezing it. She could barely breathe.

Enna’s throat was incredibly dry, and as her eyes met his attentive gaze, she opened her mouth and said, “I really don’t want to today, can we not?”

“I’m asking you where you don’t feel well,” Baron Lawrence’s handsome face darkened.

Damn it, is this woman unable to understand or just crazy? Why does she seem so strange?

He didn’t like this feeling, as if an unseen membrane suddenly came between him and Enna.

Enna’s eyes were tired, and to hide the expression she could no longer contain, she slowly lowered her head, “I’m not uncomfortable anywhere… ”

She just said she was uncomfortable!

Baron Lawrence tightened his grip on her hand, his handsome face turning ashen, his brows knitted tightly, his thin lips revealing his suppressed anger, “So you lied to me just to avoid being intimate with me?”

What the hell was wrong with her!

Using physical discomfort as an excuse to deceive him, making him genuinely worried about her well-being, only for her to simply not want to do it!

Couldn’t she just tell him if she didn’t want to?

He wasn’t a beast; he wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to!

Clearly, he had forgotten his previous countless acts of ‘coercion’.

Enna pursed her lips and remained silent.

Baron Lawrence glared at her for several minutes, seeing no reaction whatsoever from her. She seemed completely immersed in her own world.

“Shit!” It felt as if his chest had been hit with a muted punch, causing immense frustration. He released his grip on Enna’s wrist, got out of bed, kicked the table in frustration, and entered the bathroom.

“Splash, splash, splash, splash…” The sound of water in the bathroom filled the air.

Enna was now left alone in the bedroom. She wrapped her arms quietly around her knees and buried her head between her legs.

Her heart felt indescribably desolate.

With Baron Lawrence’s temperament, her clear rejection of him while he was so aroused and using physical discomfort as an excuse, it was remarkable that he didn’t explode in anger.

However, at least he was angry now. Before she could sort out her emotions, she didn’t know how to interact with him. The cold war might be the best way to get along.

At least it could reduce unnecessary conflicts.

Inside the bathroom.

Baron Lawrence took a cold shower, which finally helped him suppress the heat of his body.

As the icy water cascaded from the showerhead, it dripped down his handsome, chiseled face. Baron Lawrence punched the wall, slowly furrowing his brow, feeling frustrated and upset.

What the hell was going on with that woman?

After a half-hour-long cold shower, he finally put on the bathrobe next to him and walked out of the bathroom…