Chapter 440 Hide Well
Winnie's cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and hurt. Sean had glanced at her exposed and wet chest but it was nothing more than just a glance. Winnie bit her lip, her eyes welling up with stubborn tears. "Why do you care if he touched me or not? Lawrence, do I need to remind you that you're almost my brother-in-law? What gives you the right to interrogate me? Isn't it ridiculous? You—" Suddenly, a rapid knocking and the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Amy's voice called anxiously, "Lawrence, are you there? Have you seen Ms. Winnie? Please, open the door!" Winnie tensed, her gaze turning pale as a ghost as she fixed it on the door. Instinctively, she clutched at Lawrence's sleeve, her feud forgotten, her eyes red as she asked him, "What do we do now?" Lawrence softened at the sight of her panicked face pressing close to him. She was still holding his shirt, not yet dressed, arguing naively while fully exposed to his gaze. The man cleared his throat, his voice deep and calm. "What to do? You need to get dressed, of course. Are you frozen with fear? Or are you waiting for me to dress you?" he teased, his gaze lingering on her. Winnie's face turned deep red, and she began to hiccup uncontrollably from her acute embarrassment. "Mr. Lawrence, who's accompanying you in there?" Camila's voice echoed from the doorway. Suddenly, Lawrence's large hand covered Winnie's mouth, his other hand snatching the shirt from her grip. He gripped her slender waist fiercely and pressed her against the wardrobe.
"Lawrence, you...jerk, what are you doing? Don't you dare touch me..." Winnie stared wide-eyed in panic.
Her delicate arms were lifted as he wrapped his arm around her chest, sliding the shirt on her. Winnie was infuriated, feeling like a little rag doll in his strong embrace, tossed about at his whim. It was hard to tell if his large hand brushing past her chest was intentional... Finally, with the man's shirt hugging her body, Lawrence quickly did up the buttons, and Winnie thought he would finally step away from her but then, suddenly, he pinned her wrists against the wall, his handsome face dipping close as he leaned in to steal a kiss. Winnie's face burned with humiliation, and she kicked at his shin, outraged. "For your current state, I disdain you. Don't you dare!" She glared at his lips, which were too close for comfort. As their breaths hung in the air, he paused abruptly, his lips tightly sealed as he stared at her.
Winnie stared at him in confusion. "Did your hiccups stop?" he asked. "...Ah." She breathed out and tried to regain her composure, her cheeks flushed with a hint of red. "You..." "You hiccup so loudly, I had to scare it out of you. What else were you thinking?" The man's lips curled into a half-smile, barely perceptible. "Anyway, you have no right to touch me now!" Winnie warned him, her embarrassment turning to annoyance. His expression held a blend of contemplation and longing, a subtle wry smile gracing his lips. Despite his desires, he understood the boundaries and had been holding back, resisting the temptation to kiss her. Yet, he acknowledged that he no longer possessed the privilege to do so.
Rising to his feet, Lawrence gently clasped her wrist, comforting her with a soothing thumb massage. "You're out of harm's way now," he assured her before quietly exiting the room. Winnie watched him leave, feeling bewildered. The gentle reassurance in his low, soft voice stirred an unwilling flutter in her heart. He hadn't intended to kiss her; it seemed he was merely trying to offer assistance. Nervously, she hid at the bottom of the closet. The bedroom door burst open — Lawrence was met by Camila, Amy, Eleanor, and Angela, crowding his hallway. His gaze was icy when one of them asked, "Where is Ms. Winnie?" "I've been with Ishara the entire time; how could I have possibly seen her?" "But our cousin is missing!" Angela stepped forward, peeking into his room. "We're all worried. We thought we heard a noise from your room earlier. Could she have escaped here?" "Escaped? Why would she escape?" Lawrence's face darkened instantly, his question sharp and piercing. The group shifted uncomfortably, and Eleanor discreetly tugged at Angela's sleeve, signaling that she had spoken out of turn. "It seems something unsavory has happened tonight concerning Ms. Winnie. Who is after her? Now I'm curious." Lawrence's frosty gaze moved from Camila to Amy. He was sure that Amy was sent by Mars to stir up trouble. Mars never allowed peace to reign in matters involving him. Amy and Camila were taken aback by the chilling intensity in his eyes. "Intruding into my villa, do you think I'm good-humored? Leave," Lawrence said with a sardonic grin. Camila trembled in fear as she apologized, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Lawrence." She quickly ushered the group away.
Reluctant to depart, Eleanor cast a glance back at the bedroom. Having received Ishara's text, she had purposefully guided Camila to Mr. Lawrence's villa. However, now she hesitated to say more, as Mr. Lawrence was already growing suspicious about the evening's occurrences.
Lawrence closed the door firmly, dragging the woman out from the closet with an indifferent tug. After making a quick phone call, an elderly servant promptly delivered a set of women’s clothing. Winnie quickly slipped into the clothes, dried her hair, and spotted Lawrence sitting on the couch with an air of refined poise, smoking a cigarette. With a glance in her direction, he stood up and ordered, "Come with me." Winnie trailed behind him like a subdued bride. They left the bedroom and the villa. Unbeknownst to them, someone in the distance had caught sight of Lawrence leading a woman from the bedroom, and with a sly grin, snapped a photo of the pair. Lawrence escorted Winnie to the helipad. Winnie was puzzled. He raised an eyebrow and explained, "They're definitely still looking for you. Both our fathers have been informed. How will you explain your whereabouts if you return the same way you came?" Realization dawned on Winnie; indeed, taking the helicopter would allow her to avoid the searching servants. Nonetheless, she did feel it was a bit much. Before she could voice her thoughts, attendants ushered Winnie aboard. Unexpectedly, Lawrence followed suit. As the helicopter took off rapidly, she clung to her seat in fright, catching his amused look as he savored her discomfort. "First time flying?" he teased, his lips curving upwards. Sitting there, with the Rodriguez estate shrinking below, he resembled an arrogant emperor, exuding effortless grace and composure. Winnie ignored him, sinking into silence. Her mood calmed down, and she stopped conversing with him. Lawrence quietly sighed; earlier in the bedroom, her vulnerability and reliance on him had stemmed from feeling trapped. Now, she appeared guarded, her demeanor icy, revealing the distance and resentment that still lingered between them. He then produced a first-aid kit. Winnie pursed her lips, suddenly remembering the glass cut on her palm from climbing the wall. She hadn't expected him to notice such a minor wound... He opened the kit and handed her iodine. Winnie snatched it with a pout, taking the tweezers and gritting her teeth as she worked on the cut. "What's with the stubbornness?" His gentle and low voice chided, as he frowned and took the tweezers from her, his large hand enveloping hers.
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