Especially someone like Lyle Westbrook, a man who already has a criminal record!
In his embrace was softness and warmth; despite ignoring her all night, if he weren't still angry, he'd have already lost control.
Now that he finally held her in his arms, Baron Lawrence's tense muscles gradually relaxed.
The corners of his mouth, tightly held all night, also loosened. His handsome features appeared even more striking in the darkness. The arm around Enna Clark's waist tightened slightly, holding her a bit closer.
The scent uniquely belonging to Enna naturally lingered at his nose, heightening his sense of possessiveness with her in his arms.
The throbbing in Baron Lawrence's temple slowly calmed, providing relief to the pressure he'd felt on his chest all night.
"Enna Clark."
"Mm?" Enna was held tightly by him, unable to move, as if pinned by a lion.
She wanted to struggle but feared waking the man with no such thoughts.
If he did remember.
