Cara drove to the barricade before Laurence could say anything. It was not expected and shocked the
people there. Between safety and blocking the car, of course, they would choose the former. They
dodged quickly.
Cara rushed over and several cars followed her.
Laurence was somewhat anxious. He glanced at Neville and hit him unconscious, and then he drove
into the city.
Samuel's people were waiting for him there.
Laurence handed Neville over to them and turned around.
"Captain Kent."
The subordinate called. But Laurence ignored him and drove away.
There were so many cars chasing after Cara. Laurence was worried about her.
When he caught up with Cara, the cars had surrounded her.
Laurence stepped on the accelerator and crashed into one of the cars. It distracted the others'
attention.
It was a chance for Cara to drive off.
She glanced at Laurence and stepped on the accelerator.
Laurence had been through this. When Cara left, he started the car and got rid of the car behind him
quickly.
This operation was dangerous. Luckily, they returned safely.
Cara was injured. Although it wasn't too serious, Nicole let her go back to rest and found a doctor for
her.
Considering that Cara was a woman, Nicole let Morgan look after her.
It was midnight when Laurence had done everything and returned to the old mansion.
Everyone was asleep.
Laurence arrived at the door of Cara's room. Cara had locked the door.
Samuel seemed to have guessed something and had someone throw Laurence a key.
Laurence inserted the key into the lock. With a crack, the door opened.
Cara was sound asleep on the bed.
"What a heartless woman."
Laurence thought this to himself and came to Cara.
Cara was quite alert normally. But she didn't wake up when Laurence was beside the bed. She might
have taken some sleeping pills, Laurence thought.
Laurence lifted the blanket carefully. He undressed Cara and looked at the ferocious whip wounds on
her chest. His eyes turned a little gloomy.
That damn woman! If Neville didn't fire, he would definitely torture Cynthia in all sorts of ways.
The wound was somewhat infected and swollen.
Laurence took out a small bottle of ointment from his pocket and applied it on Cara's wounds with a
cotton stick. She was half-naked but Laurence didn't feel awkward or anything.
After he applied the ointment, he glanced at her breasts. His eyes darkened a little and then sparkled.
She had got big breasts.
Laurence hurriedly looked away. Then he buttoned Cara's clothes and tucked her in.
Laurence wanted to leave, but at this moment, Cara suddenly grabbed his arm. Then, she rolled over
and hugged his arm in front of her chest.
The warm and soft touch caused Laurence to stiffen. A stream of warm blood flew out of his nose
uncontrollably.
He hurriedly raised his head and remained still, afraid that he would wake Cara up.
The fragrance of Cara's body came to Laurence, continuously arousing him.
He sighed, took off his shoes, and got on the bed, hugging Cara in his arms.
Cara found a comfortable position in Laurence's arms like a kitten. In the end, everything returned to
silence.
Laurence was also a little sleepy. He yawned and fell asleep.
They had a good night's sleep.
The next morning the sun shone through the window, bringing some warmth to the room.
Cara opened her eyes, but the next second, she felt it wasn't right.
Why was the pillow in her arms a little warm?
Why was the pillow a little hard?
Cara tried poking the pillow. At this time, someone suddenly flicked her forehead.
"Don't move."
A hoarse voice came from above Cara's head, scaring the hell out of her.
A large hand covered her mouth when she wanted to shout.
"Can't you just keep still? I haven't slept well all night because you wouldn't stop moving."
Laurence said discontentedly while yawning constantly.
Cara was stunned.
What was this?
Why was Laurence in her bed?
And what did he mean?
He didn't sleep well because she wouldn't stop moving? What did she do last night?
Cara opened her eyes and found that she was lying on Laurence's chest, and his pajamas were
completely undone. So her face was right on his chest.
...
Cara was stunned.
She jumped out of Laurence's embrace and hurriedly checked her clothes. Nothing was wrong. She let
out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly Cara realized something.
She kicked Laurence in his thigh.
"Why are you in my bed?"
Cara was so shy.
What was wrong with Laurence?
Didn't he have no feelings for her?
Why was he in her bed now?
She remembered clearly that she locked the door. How did he get in?
Laurence was unhappy being kicked but he didn't want to mess with her. After yawning again, he
turned around and went back to sleep.
Cara was stunned and then angry.
"Get up! Laurence, this is my bed!"
"You can shout louder and everyone will hear you."
Laurence muttered.
Cara immediately became quiet and began to pinch his waist angrily.
"Do you know we are not a couple? Also, you had no feelings for me. Why are you in my bed? Get off!"
Cara pinched him lightly at the beginning. Later on, she used more and more strength. Laurence's
waist appeared blue and purple. It was obviously impossible for him to go back to sleep.
Laurence suddenly turned over and pressed Cara under his body. His pair of blue eyes were much
deeper, and the emotions inside caught Cara off guard.
"What are you doing? It's so early in the morning."
"You climbed into my bed and you are asking me what I'm doing? Laurence, do you understand..."
Before Cara could finish, she was kissed on the lips. There went her noisy babbling.
This kiss confused Cara. She struggled, but Laurence grabbed her arms and pressed them on the bed.
They clung together. She could even clearly feel Laurence's heartbeat and the warmth from his
muscular physique.
Cara could barely breathe being kissed by Laurence. Laurence said in a hoarse voice.
"Do you want to continue?"
His pair of blue eyes was like an ocean, drawing Cara in.
Cara was a little dizzy and didn't understand what he meant at all. But involuntarily, she nodded.
The corners of Laurence's lips curled up slightly into a charming smile. Cara felt as if she was losing
her breath.
'Such a good-looking man!'
Laurence lowered his head and began to nibble along her collarbone and smooth neck. These little
kisses rained down on her and she felt good.
Cara felt a strange fire was running all over her body. She felt extremely hot.
Suddenly, Cara felt a chill and realized that her clothes were untied. She pushed Laurence away and
quickly covered her chest.
"Hooligan!"
"Didn't you want me to continue?"
Laurence smiled slyly like a fox. Cara's face flushed with shyness.
"When did I..."
"I'll continue if you keep making noise."
Cara stopped talking and covered her mouth. Her watery eyes were filled with a trace of confusion and
grief. Laurence was infatuated by her eyes and he almost lost control of himself.
He turned over, pulled the blanket over and said in a hoarse voice, "You've been noisy all night. I
haven't slept well. Let me sleep for a while."
Cara was a little depressed.
When was she noisy?
She thought she slept well last night.
That's not the point!
"Go back to your room. What if someone sees you?"
Cara contradicted Laurence in a low voice. It seemed that Laurence didn't hear it. He turned over and
soon the even breathing sounds came from him.
Cara was a little speechless that he fell asleep so quickly. She did not dare to lie on the same bed with
him. If he went crazy again, she did not know what else he would do.
Cara jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into loose clothes, and ran out.
Cara was afraid that Laurence would be seen when he came out, so she locked the door.
Didn't he like her bed? Then he should stay with the bed.
Cara left, and her face was still hot.
What was it about them?
She was a little confused.
Yareli saw Cara coming down and hurriedly asked, "Have you seen Captain Kent?"
Hearing this question early in the morning, Cara felt as if she had been caught in bed. She quickly
shook her head, "No. Why didn't you go to his room to look for him?"
"I did. He isn't there."
Yareli was very disappointed.
Cara didn't dare to stay for long and went to Nicole's room.
Nicole was eating. She saw Cara and beckoned her to sit down.
"Are you alright? Morgan said that your injuries were a little serious. It might take a while to recover."
"It's all right, Mrs. Green. I did that willingly."
Cara knew she was used as bait this time. Cynthia didn't like her and she would not let go of this
opportunity to take revenge on her. But it was worth all injuries to catch Neville.
"Mrs. Green, is there any progress about Laurence's physical condition?"
"Davon is on it. We also have Dr. Miller now. There will always be a way. Don't worry. Where is
Laurence? I heard that he was out all night."
Cara didn't know how to answer.
She couldn't tell Nicole that Laurence was in her bed.
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