Baron Lawrence's mind flashed rapidly with the image of one person, and as he sharply turned his head indeed, he saw that foolish woman; one hand caught the whip, shielding him.
The family discipline whip was studded with fine barbs, which she grasped in one hand. The remainder scraped across her arm, leaving a circle of crimson marks on her fair skin.
It was as if she had been kissed by fire, exceptionally startling to behold!
Baron Lawrence's eyes suddenly hardened, and through gritted teeth, he said, "Enna Clark, didn't I tell you to wait for me outside?"
"I waited outside, but you didn't come out, so I came in."
Enna Clark's arm was burning with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart! She could hardly believe that the man who had walked in fine just a short while ago had now turned into this.
The back of his shirt was already split, with whip marks clearly visible, skin torn and flesh laid bare!
