His thin lips tightened, his delicate features expressionless.
He knew all too well how soft the hand before him was, even understanding which areas of this hand would make her purr like a kitten when nibbled and kissed.
His hawkish eyes narrowed, his face tense, he reached out, held the soft, small hand and tightened his grip hard—
Enna Clark's fingers were smarting with pain, her mouth twitched slightly, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.
"Hello," the two muted words seemingly squeezed through his teeth.
Those soul-stealing eyes piercingly swept across her face.
"Hello."
"..." Baron Lawrence truly had the urge to strangle her!
Hating that he couldn't crush her hand bones.
But when his gaze fell on her pale face due to the pain, he didn't know why, but his anger faltered. The force on her hand seemed to wane uncontrollably.
But he still didn't let go, tightly gripping the small hand before him.
