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Chapter 294: Chapter 294: Interrupted At The Critical

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Enna was reduced to a puddle by his skilful caresses, involuntarily letting out a soft moan.

That moan was undoubtedly the best encouragement.

Baron Lawrence pried her lips open, ready to conquer…

Suddenly, a ill-timed cough sounded.

“Cough, cough.”

Adam Sinclair lazily knocked on the bedroom door with a smile, a reminder to the entangled couple on the bed, “Just to confirm, I didn’t barge in on purpose.

You two didn’t close the door. I thought one of you was hurt and rushed over. When I saw the door open, I stepped in before realizing… I was intruding on…

this…

Enna was blushing so hard, she could hardly bear to look up.

Baron Lawrence rolled over, helping her tuck in the quilt. He gave Adam

Sinclair a stern glare, gritting out two words from between his teeth, “Shut up!”

Adam Sinclair, a man just as wild and unrestrained, knew quite well how irritated Baron Lawrence was. He raised his hands in surrender, jokingly said, “OK, OK, I’ll shut up.”

“But, my lord, you both seem so lively. I assume none of you require medical attention? If not, I should leave. I have a dinner date with a beauty tonight.” “If you don’t mind having your Orchid Club forcefully shut down in Capital City, feel free to leave.”

He remembered the flashy woman Adam had sent his way in the middle of the night – they were yet to settle that score!

Upon hearing such a ruthless threat, Adam Sinclair gave in, “Alright, Baron. Pretend I said nothing. What’s wrong with Enna?”

“Are you the doctor, or am I the doctor? If there’s something wrong, can’t you diagnose it yourself?”

“…Fine,” Adam Sinclair conceded. No need to argue further with a man whose lust had just been interrupted.

Adam Sinclair fetched his stethoscope from his medical kit, preparing to examine her condition.

The same man who’d just asked him to perform an inspection suddenly had a change of heart. Grabbing the stethoscope from his hand, he coldly said, “I’ll listen, you just tell me what to listen for.”

“How can I tell you?” Adam Sinclair was exasperated. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re worried I’ll take advantage of Enna?”

Given that a stethoscope placement involves touching his patient’s chest, could it constitute as taking advantage, especially when Enna was only wearing his shirt—her buttons torn off by him—and essentially bare underneath?

His silence was a tacit admission. Adam Sinclair was both miffed and amused, “Really now, you seriously think I’m out to take advantage of Enna?”

Was there any need?

All the women in his life were busty beauties with slender waists and long legs. Someone as petite and innocent as Enna was only attractive to Baron Lawrence. Besides, he wasn’t a vegetarian!

This was an insult that could start a war!

Adam Sinclair gritted his teeth and acquiesced, “Fine, I’ll back off!”

“Well, it seems you really don’t care about your Orchid Club.” Baron Lawrence wasn’t worried about him backing out at all.

“Damn it!” The man who’d intended to leave in a huff turned back around, relenting despite his exasperation. “Fine, you win!”

Adam Sinclair reluctantly returned to the bedside, looking rather displeased and asked, “Enna, what’s bothering you?”

Enna didn’t even dare to look at him. She averted her gaze to one side, her face flushed as she said, “I don’t feel unwell…l’m just a little cold.”

“Cold?” Adam Sinclair looked serious.

The bedroom’s central air conditioning was set to 23 degrees. In the middle of summer, it wouldn’t be cold at all. Plus, Enna was covered with a quilt too.

After a brief pause, Adam Sinclair produced a thermometer and handed it to Enna, “Take your temperature first, let me see if you have a fever.”

“Okay..”

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