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There were already people dancing on the dance floor, and as soon as Baron Lawrence appeared, the gazes of many won locked onto him. They were eager to invite him to dance with them.
However, the stately and elegant man didn’t even glance at anyone else and instead reached out to the daydreaming Enna Clark, “May I have this dance?” A standard gentleman’s invitation, with a graceful gesture.
A standard gentleman’s invitation, with a graceful gesture.
If they didn’t know him well, who would know there was a wolf hiding beneath such a gentlemanly and elegant facade?
Once again, the surrounding gazes turned to them.
Feeling like she was being pricked by needles, Enna reluctantly placed her hand on his, lowering her voice, “Baron Lawrence, I… I can’t dance.”
While the Clark Family was prominent in Linton City, she was different from Jasmine Clark. Enna had never learned any of the aristocratic etiquettes that Jasmine had.
Juliet Jordan also never took her to attend any high-class events.
Of course, she’d never had the chance to learn ballroom dancing.
With so many people here, if she ssed up and embarrassed him…
Enna’s palms were sweaty.
As if sensing her nervousness, Baron Lawrence held her hand tightly, his confidence shining through, “Leave it to ; just trust .”
Surrounded by the tangible gazes of onlookers, Enna stiffly held onto her smile as her eyes darted around anxiously. Baron Lawrence’s regal, dark eyes seed to hold stars within them.
For so reason, her panicked heart suddenly cald down.
It was as if she were bewitched; her body began to move with his actions.
Twirling, bending…
Every single move was guided by his strong arms.
He said not to worry and just trust him, so she really didn’t have to worry. After a round of applause, Enna caught her breath and spun into the man’s embrace.
“Hmm.” Baron Lawrence’s lips turned pale, and he let out a muffled groan.
His voice was soft, but Enna was close to him and heard his pained groan. She suddenly rembered the wound on his waist and abdon, and anxiously tried to pull away from his embrace, reaching towards his wound, “Did I just bump into you? Did your wound open up again?”
The wound on his waist and abdon had in fact opened up during the military exercise. It should now be the third ti it’s been torn open. It would be false to say it didn’t hurt, but the pain there couldn’t dampen his improved mood.
Baron Lawrence unblinkingly took in the worry on her face and wished he could press her onto the table right then and there!
A heatwave coursed through his lower abdon!
Suppressing the growing flas in his eyes, he caught her fumbling hand, pulling her back into his embrace and whispered in her ear, “If you want to perform erotic acts in public, just keep touching.”
Erotic… Erotic…
Enna suddenly blushed, biting her lower lip and daring not to move.
Baron Lawrence finally managed to suppress the flas in his lower abdon and let her go, leading her by the hand to the side.
The won around them clenched their teeth in anger, resentfully watching the pair holding hands – damn it! They all saw it clearly; after the dance, that shaless woman brazenly touched Young Master Lawrence right in front of everyone. How could Young Master Lawrence possibly be interested in such a woman!?
Theodore Jackson also saw it, but from his angle, it was clear where Enna’s hand had touched.
He raised his wine glass, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
Did Young Master Lawrence have a wound on his body?
Was it possible? During the military exercise earlier, Young Master Lawrence had been agile and showed no signs of injury.
Enna was completely unaware of what the people around her were thinking. In a daze, she let Baron Lawrence lead her through a series of small talks before leaving the venue in the sa dazed state..
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