Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272: Who Lacks Taste Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272: Who Lacks Taste A night of sound sleep.
The next day, the morning sunlight shone on the side face of the man sleeping in the luxurious king-size bed, coating his handso and defiant profile with a tallic sheen. Baron Lawrence’s contours were as if chiseled by a blade, his features deep-set like a masterpiece by God. However, his thick and curled eyelashes, along with his thin lips that naturally curled upwards at the corners when silent, softened so of the sharpness inherent in his features. With his eyes closed at the mont, he resembled Apollo fallen to earth—stunning to the point of making one’s nose bleed profusely!
Perhaps it was the intensity of the light, but the eyelashes of the man in bed suddenly trembled slightly.
Then, the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had just woken up and was not yet accustod to the light, he first furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes, then adjusted to the intensity of the light and opened his eyes fully.
What t his gaze was the familiar crystal chandelier.
Baron Lawrence suddenly ca fully awake.
He was a person of extre self-discipline; upon waking up, he didn’t linger in bed but imdiately got up and walked to the washroom.
As soon as he entered, he turned on the faucet.
He instantly noticed a detail he had missed the day before—there were now two cups and two toothbrushes on the washbasin. One of the toothbrushes, a sky-blue color, was placed right beside his own. Without even looking, it was obvious that the sky-blue toothbrush belonged to a woman.
A woman?
His first reaction was anger.
The next second, he rembered Scott Harris ntioning that a woman had co back to the Lawrence family ho with him and was cohabitating with him.
So, this toothbrush belonged to that woman who pursued him only to be rejected by him?
Baron Lawrence felt a wave of irritation, sensing that his territory had been invaded!
He was now imnsely relieved that the woman had had the sense not to continue living here; otherwise, he feared he wouldn’t have been able to control himself and would have thrown her out.
He narrowed his hawk-like eyes and picked up the unmistakably feminine toothbrush, frowning as he tossed it into the trash can!
He also threw away the matching sky-blue cup for good asure.
His thin lips pressed together briefly as he sneered, “Tasteless!”
What he didn’t know was that the sky-blue toothbrush and cup he discarded, which he considered tasteless, weren’t bought by Enna Clark; they were gifts he had bought for Enna Clark when he had forced her to accompany him on a date. It was his toothbrush that Enna Clark had bought. Moreover, she had picked it out at his insistence, under the guise of mutual assistance in selecting gifts as a sign of a good relationship!
But at this mont, he was not aware of that, thinking that both the toothbrush and cup had been bought by Enna Clark herself.
After all, how could he possibly care actively for a woman.
In his way of thinking, even if he were to take care, it should be Enna Clark accommodating his feelings and aesthetic preferences.
This color and style, so blatantly contrary to his aesthetic standards, must have been bought by that woman with no taste at all!
He looked at his own black toothbrush, its design simple and generous, which imdiately pleased him, improving his mood that had been sowhat aggrieved by the blue toothbrush. He curved the corner of his mouth, picked up the toothbrush, and began to take care of his hygiene.
After he finished freshening up, he walked out and pulled open the door to the cloakroom, only to be t once again by countless won’s clothes in addition to his own.
All kinds of designer brands, all kinds of new season’s styles, even limited edition bags and shoes, occupied sixty percent of the space in the cloakroom.
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