Chapter 92  : Chapter 92  : Baron Lawrence Wants to Take Her Outmagic

“Enna, please raise your left hand a little. Yes, gently. If it hurts, stop. I primarily want to see how your bones are healing.”

Enna Clark followed his advice and gently lifted her injured hand. It strained the wound on her shoulder halfway, causing pain that she tautly held in at the corner of her lips.

Just as she wanted to try again, her arm was forcefully lowered by someone else.

“Find another way to check!” A domineering command!

Adam Sinclair was genuinely helpless this time, grumbling, “You won’t let me perform a CT scan, and you won’t allow me to touch. What can I do? I don’t have X-ray vision to see through clothes.”

Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, and from within them, a deep possessiveness emerged. His voice firm as a cold winter’s night, “If you had X-ray vision, I’d take you to the Military District for them to dig out and research.’

“…” Enna Clark was silently speechless at his side. That was just like him! So simple, so forceful!

Adam Sinclair imagined the scene of his eyes being dug out, a chill ran down his spine, and his smiling face froze. He hastily raised his hands, “I was just kidding. I didn’t say anything.”

“How is she now?”

Adam Sinclair, who didn’t even look at Enna Clark, muttered in his heart but bluffed convincingly, “The wound has started to scab over, and the bones and muscles are healing. As long as she avoids getting her wound wet, she should be able to go out for some fresh air.”

“Should?” The austere man clearly wasn’t satisfied with this answer.

Adam Sinclair immediately corrected himself, “My mistake, she can go out for some fresh air, there is no ‘should.’

Enna Clark lifted her head in curiosity. What did it mean that she could go out? Was Baron Lawrence going to take her out?

Only now did she notice that Baron Lawrence was exceptionally dressed in formal attire today, his military uniform radiant and regal on him. Combined with his arrogance and superiority cultivated from a life of wealth, he was so nobly charming that one could not take their eyes off him.

Olivia Lewis indeed couldn’t take her eyes off him. She completely changed her previously bad attitude towards Adam Sinclair. Her eyes were bright as if she was admiring her idol, which made the bystander Adam Sinclair even more annoyed!

Baron Lawrence wholly ignored the others in the room. Bending over, he picked up the occupant of the sickbed in a princess hold, placed her on a wheelchair not far away, and then dismissed the others without looking back, “Alright, you can go now.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll go.” Adam Sinclair’s sidelong glance caught the woman who hadn’t snapped back to reality yet. He stretched out his hand to her, “Beautiful woman, the sun outside is just perfect. Let’s go for a walk.”

“Are you crazy? Who wants to walk around the hospital? I’m not going… let go… let…” Olivia Lewis’s struggle was entirely useless; even before she could finish speaking, she was dragged out.

‘Click’, the door closed.

Enna Clark, her head splitting, began to think about how to explain all this to Olivia Lewis the next time she saw her.

As she was thinking, a man’s arm lowered in front of her. The man’s refined and commanding order already issued, “Fasten the sleeve buttons for me.”

“Sure.”

Enna Clark came to her senses, and after fastening the metal buttons on his sleeves, she looked up, curiously asking.

“Baron Lawrence, are you taking me out?”

“I have to go somewhere.”

“Go ahead, I’ll wait in the hospital…” “You can” was not finished when she was angrily glared at.

Seeing the girl on the wheelchair wisely close her deservedly slapped mouth, Baron Lawrence curled his thin lips in satisfaction. He casually picked up a blanket from the bed, rudely draped it over her legs and, pushing her in front, they walked out..