Chapter 747

Winnie hadn't even opened her mouth when Lawrence leaned in and whispered, "Winnie, can I ask you a favor? You tell him."

Winnie was caught off guard.

Lawrence's tone was playful as he looked at her, "I've got a sexual dysfunction, so the most I can do is kiss you, right?"

Winnie was speechless, almost choking on his audacity!

She'd met men with performance issues before, but never one so blunt. She thought Lawrence had lost his mind.

Bentley was also taken aback, his mouth twitching, "Since you even brought that up, I'll give you some credit. I'll give you some time to catch up."

With that, Bentley headed straight to the car.

The parking lot fell silent. Under the dim streetlights, it was just Winnie and Lawrence.

Winnie looked at him, who had narrowly escaped death, feeling a bit dazed, her heart racing.

But more than that, she regretted coming back, only to be seen by him again.

Lawrence gazed at her with eyes so tender you could drown in them. He lowered his head, a deep smile curling his lips, and said, "Winnie, I noticed your eyes were swollen and red earlier. Were you crying for me? Thought I was a goner?"

"Cut it out. I was crying tears of joy! You've tormented me for so long, and you finally got blown to smithereens. Of course I'm happy. I practically wanted to break out the champagne." Winnie said venomously.

Lawrence admitted he felt hurt for a second but quickly smiled in disbelief, "Your expression can't fool me."

Lawrence's narrow eyes flashed sharply, "Actually, when you rushed into the villa, I had already crawled out. I just didn't show up. I hid and saw you talking to Bentley, looking so lost, almost in tears. Silly girl."

Winnie was completely stunned that Lawrence had been hiding and watching her.

Remembering how lost and bewildered she must have looked when she thought he was dead, all of it captured in his eyes, Winnie felt a surge of anger.

Her face turned red with embarrassment. She shouldn't have any lingering feelings for him.

"Winnie, I bet you still can't let go of me." Lawrence leaned closer to her, his gentle breath carrying a masculine scent, brushing past her nose. He reached out and held her small hands.

This was a parking lot, with people coming and going. Winnie quickly shook off his hand in a panic.

Lawrence's handsome face turned pale, his arm hanging stiffly in the air.

Winnie then remembered that Angelina had said he had injured his arm, saving her.

With this, her brows furrowed coldly, and her tone was angry, "Lawrence, is it fun to play with everyone? When everyone thought you were dead, and the firefighters and paramedics were worried about your life, you were hiding and watching them busy for you? You're too heartless and arrogant."

"I'm not arrogant," Lawrence explained in a low voice, "In the five minutes before you came back, I was indeed struggling in the fire, dodging explosions with Angelina, and carrying Angelina up. Look at my arms."

He lifted his dirty white shirt with his big hand, and Winnie saw his long fingers, covered in blood, not to mention the wounds on his arms.

Winnie took a slight breath.

Seeing her eyes flicker, Lawrence immediately unbuttoned his collar, "My chest was also hit by a beam."

Winnie saw his chest, bruised and blackened.

Her eyes narrowed sharply. She thought he was only slightly injured, but it turned out to be quite serious.

Naturally, in such an explosion, anyone usually wouldn't survive. She hadn't experienced it, but she could imagine how terrifying it was. Those who survived must be agile and strong.

But Winnie coldly said, "Mr. Rodriguez, it's not easy for you. Even at the brink of death, you didn't forget to save Angelina. Are these wounds worth it for saving Angelina?"

She guessed that Angelina had probably fallen for him again.

She didn't realize her tone carried a hint of jealousy.

But Lawrence did, and he flirted softly, "Winnie, are you jealous?"

"I'm not," Winnie snapped back. "You mock Rock for being manipulative, but you're the worst of all. You saved Angelina to get in good with the Harpers. Maybe you'll marry Angelina, and Mr. Rodriguez will rise again. When it comes to tactics, you're the best, Lawrence."

The burning light in Lawrence's eyes dimmed.

He wondered if, in her heart, she truly believed him to be so unscrupulous, relying on women for status.

He couldn't blame her. He had hurt her time and again, naturally leaving no good impression in her heart.

Lawrence licked his thin lips self-deprecatingly and explained, "No matter how you see me, I have a clear conscience. Winnie, if I'd left Angelina to die, Mr. Harper would have destroyed me. Powerful men like him don't care about anyone but themselves. They only care why their daughter wasn't saved. Saving Angelina was the only option. It wasn't a choice; it was survival."

His face was serious, and Winnie had no words to counter, even thinking Lawrence had foresight.

Indeed, as for Samuel, the higher their rank, the more selfish they become.

Winnie blinked her beautiful eyelashes.

Her shoulders were held by his injured hands, and Lawrence looked at her deeply, emotions swirling in his eyes, "I don't blame you for thinking that way about me. On the contrary, I'm very grateful to you. Winnie, at the moment of the explosion, I didn't have time to think about Sidney, Oscar, or anyone else. My mind was full of you. At that moment, I didn't want to die. I didn't want to lose you. I hadn't had time to make it up to you. I realized how important you are to me, more important than my life. You're the reason I fought so hard to get out. I hid because I wanted to see who'd be happy I was gone who I should be suspicious of. And I wanted to see your reaction. If you hadn't cared, I would have given up. I would have left you alone. But you were so heartbroken and I was so relieved."

"Drop it!" Winnie's emotions were complicated, wanting to interrupt his confession. If she listened any longer, her heart would be in turmoil.

She blinked away the unease in her eyes, not even fathoming why she was so sad just now.

Lawrence looked at her annoyed expression and laughed. The more she tried to shut him down, the more certain he became that she still felt something for him. At the very least, she couldn't bear the thought of him being dead.