Chapter 741 Unable to Get Pregnant
"Winnie, wait up." Lawrence suddenly grabbed her arm, yanking her back like she was a little chick.
This time, he pinned her against the wall, his whole body pressing close, making the situation way too intimate.
Winnie got furious, thinking she must be crazy to feel sorry for this ridiculously strong guy.
She hissed through clenched teeth, "I don't care if you're done talking or not. Can't you tell I despise you right now? You've got issues, so why are you still bugging me? If I knew you were such a jerk, I would've let those guys kick you out earlier."
"So you admit it was you had Bentley intervene?" Lawrence, despite being yelled at, smiled with those narrow eyes of his.
Winnie rolled her eyes, "I totally regret helping you. You deserved to be thrown out by Ms. Peterson."
"So, you were secretly watching me just now, worried I'd get hurt?" Lawrence said with a faint smile.
Winnie weakly defended herself, "Anyone with a conscience would help someone being ganged up on."
"The last time I had trouble at The Ramirez Group, you wouldn't admit you warned me either. Winnie, you wouldn't bother helping other guys." Lawrence said, stroking her face with his big hands, his deep eyes serious. "Winnie, if I was well, knowing how soft you are on me, I'd chase you to the ends of the earth. I wouldn't let you go. But now…"
A flash of pain crossed his eyes as he pulled out a blister pack of pills from his pocket, with only one pink tablet left.
Lawrence handed it to her, saying seriously, "Take it, Winnie. I'll let you go."
With his coaxing tone, she instinctively took the pill and glanced at it, her face changing instantly. She almost immediately recognized it as a morning-after pill!
She froze for a moment, then threw it at his face. "Lawrence, you're insane."
"I'm not insane." Lawrence said seriously, picking up the pill and placing it back in her palm, his tone sharp. "I just don't want you to have Rock's child."
Last time, Sidney asked Lawrence, "You can't always trick Winnie into coming over. What are you going to do?"
Lawrence's expression was icy, and the only solution he could think of was contraception.
Winnie and Rock were married now. It was impossible for Lawrence to follow her around all the time to stop her. The only way was to prevent her from having a child and making a big mistake.
Winnie's eyes widened, not expecting his intention.
In Winnie's eyes, she believed that Lawrence thought she and Rock had already engaged in a substantial relationship.
For some reason, Winnie was very angry and speechless, but she didn't want to tell him about the issues between her and Rock.
"I think you're seriously ill." She sneered coldly. "Rock and I are married. Whether we have kids or not is our business. Whether or not we have children is our business. You have no right to interfere."
After speaking, she angrily tried to break free from him, but Lawrence refused to let go, which made Winnie mad enough to kick him.
Lawrence twisted her slender leg, "Are you sure you want to make a scene here? I don't mind if those people hear or see something, but you should consider your and Rock's reputation, right?"
"Shameless!" Winnie glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger and hatred.
She regretted it. She shouldn't have been soft-hearted towards Lawrence, who would take advantage of her kindness. After helping him, he ungratefully continued to harass her.
"Take it, and I'll let you go, Winnie. Listen to me." Lawrence squeezed the pill out and brought it to her lips with his long fingers.
His cold, deep expression had a hint of sadness, like not taking the pill would genuinely worry him.
It was no big deal, but Winnie felt really uncomfortable inside.
Winnie gritted her teeth. "Who gave you the right to interfere in my private life, Lawrence? If we can't be a couple, do you want to be my guardian? Using 'concern' to control me? I'm telling you, it's impossible. I won't take it. What can you do about it?"
Winnie tried to crush the pill to the ground again.
Lawrence looked at her intently, his large hand changing direction. Suddenly, he took the pill himself.
As Winnie's eyes widened in shock, the next second, he narrowed his eyes with a hint of ruthlessness, grabbing her chin. "Winnie, don't push me."
"I'm pushing you." Winnie couldn't finish her sentence as he lowered his head and kissed her gently.
Lawrence's thin lips, which looked so cold, felt incredibly sensual when they kissed her. He deeply blocked her with his mature and seductive tobacco scent.
Winnie's eyes widened, and she was completely stunned.
When she became unresponsive, Lawrence found her unusually obedient. Instantly, he savored that familiar tenderness—soft and delicate like jelly. He couldn't help but wonder what juice she had drunk that night, leaving such a sweet taste.
Even the lipstick he swallowed tasted fragrant.
Originally, Lawrence just wanted to pass the pill to her, but once he kissed her, it was like a parched man suddenly tasting sweet dew. He couldn't stop.
Winnie's eyelashes fluttered, almost fighting each other. Finally, she came to her senses and started pushing him away.
But Lawrence's kissing skills were undoubtedly very practiced.
Lawrence kissed her more and more passionately.
Winnie was so angry that she punched and kicked him.
Lawrence grunted in pain, feeling that she really had a fiery temper, just like before. In matters like this, her unyielding attitude only stirred his heart more.
Lawrence's eyes suddenly burned with heat, recalling those sweet memories from the past.
Lawrence fell even deeper, a storm of excitement coursing through his body.
At this moment, from the study room separated by a screen, came the sound of several men getting up.
A voice came through. "Rock, thank you for tonight. You know a lot, and everyone enjoyed the conversation."
"Not at all. It's my honor to have tea and chat with you, Mr. Harper." Rock's clear voice sounded at the study room door.
Winnie's heart almost jumped out of her chest in fright!
At this moment, she was being kissed domineeringly by Lawrence. She didn't dare to face her own shame.
At this moment, Lawrence, perhaps deliberately, kissed her even deeper and harder.
Lawrence's large hands, with a trace of heat, held her slender waist. His fingertips gently moved on her dress, causing her skin to tremble lightly.
Lawrence watched as her eyelashes fluttered like fans, constantly whimpering and resisting him.
Lawrence stared at her flushed face, his voice extremely hoarse. "If you want them to find us, scream."
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