Chapter 2188: Chapter 2197: From Now On, Trust Me!

She has been trapped in the elevator for more than an hour, and her body has long since grown cold. However, the warmth of his palm was so intense, it permeated her even through the clothing. The previously ice-cold stomach was suddenly caressed with warmth, as if feeling better, yet somehow feeling worse. Enna Clark candidly admitted, "It still hurts."

She couldn’t see Baron Lawrence’s murderous expression at the moment, a sanguineous fury simmering in his eyes. He gently helped her massage her stomach and then calmly asked, "Aside from your stomach, are there any other discomforts?"

"Headache, and... no strength."

She didn’t know why her head hurt so badly. As her time trapped in the elevator increased, her nerves seemed to pull at the pain. She was on the verge of fainting from the agony.

Baron’s thin lips pressed into a straight line. The spotlight above his head was intensely bright, casting the elevator walls into plain view.

The pristine elevator walls inexplicably seemed shrouded in a thin mist, easily overlooked if not carefully observed.

He extended his fingers, wiped the substance on the wall, and brought it under his nose to smell—a faint indistinct scent lingered on his fingers. Just like the scent he detected when he opened the elevator’s top cover a moment ago!

His handsome face turned ashen as he held the little woman in his arms—a woman whose lips had turned pale, still feigning calm to reassure him—murderous intent flashed across his gaze!

He made a snap decision, "Enna, hold on a bit longer. I’ll take you up!"

Just then, the walkie-talkie he had brought along crackled.

Scott Harris’s voice emerged—

"Lord, can you hear me? Lord? Please respond if you hear me."

"Shi-t! What’s all the noise for?"

Damn it, what if she gets frightened?

Scott hesitated briefly but still anxiously reported, "Lord, the virus program has been decoded, and the elevator cables will snap in three minutes. You and the Young Madam need to hurry up; otherwise, it’ll be too late!"

"There are now two minutes and thirty seconds left."

He wanted to say that if push came to shove, Lord should go up first.

But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Firstly, he personally liked the Young Madam very much, and for the sake of the Young Master and Miss, he couldn’t utter such words.

Secondly, he knew clearly that watching the Young Madam fall in front of him would be more tormenting for Lord than killing him.

Thus, he didn’t utter the nonsense a housekeeper ought to say.

Enna also heard his words. She abruptly clenched the man’s collar, anxiously opening her mouth, "Baron Lawrence, you..."

She wanted him to go up first.

But the person holding her seemed to have read her mind, cutting her off first, "Shut up!"

"Enna, from now on, shut your mouth and don’t speak. Also, trust me! With me here, nothing will happen! You will be fine, so will I!"

His hands moved swiftly, engaging Enna in conversation to divert her attention, while removing his harness and putting it on her.

"I know what you’re thinking, and let me tell you outright, you’re overthinking! I won’t give you a second marriage opportunity! Don’t even think about it! Hence, I’m not as noble as you think, sacrificing the only chance to survive for you. If we go, we go together. Want to die? Rest assured, I’ll drag you to die with me."

At such a moment, wouldn’t most people say something touching?

Just as his words fell, the elevator shook violently, and even with her eyes covered, Enna could hear the sound of the cables beginning to snap overhead—

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