"Where are we going?"
The proud man impatiently urged, "You’ll know when you co out after changing clothes."
"Hurry up and change your clothes."
"Or do you want to help you change?"
This statent successfully pushed the resistant person into the cloakroom beside.
After a while, Enna Clark ca out wearing a shirt and jeans. Her seaweed-like curly hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her gentle look with light makeup made her seem just like a freshly graduated college student, especially with those white sneakers that reinforced the image.
Baron Lawrence was montarily stunned.
Enna Clark had already walked up to him, "Okay, I’m changed. Where are you taking ?"
"Didn’t you co by plane with Bobby? Why not take a nap first and talk after you’re rested?"
"No need!" Baron Lawrence had already grabbed her wrist and instructed Scott Harris, "You stay here to take care of Tobias."
"Yes, Lord."
He wasn’t comfortable leaving the young master alone at ho, after all, the young master was just nine years old. No matter how mature, he was still a child.
"Let’s go." Baron Lawrence grabbed her hand and started leading her outside.
Enna Clark was dragged along like a sandbag and had to call out to him, "Wait, I need to get my bag."
She picked up a small satchel from the sofa, only to be dragged away again.
...
Along the way, Enna Clark thought of many places he might take her, yet when they actually arrived, she felt a kind of inexplicable confusion.
But the person driving truly stopped the car by the roadside, unbuckled the seatbelt, and opened the car door.
"We’re here, get out of the car."
Although Enna Clark had a thousand questions in her head, she still unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car.
"Is it here?" As soon as she got out, Baron Lawrence asked her.
Enna Clark was still in a dazed state, "What?"
"You bought clothes once here, wasn’t it the third store on this street?" Baron Lawrence looked around, the shops were all quite similar, he rembered it was the third store, but wasn’t sure.
Enna Clark finally snapped back to reality, "Clothes? You an that sweater?"
No wonder she reacted so quickly; compared to the clothes Baron Lawrence bought her, the clothes she bought for Baron Lawrence were few and could be counted on one hand.
Besides that very expensive shirt, it seed there was only that cheap sweater.
Though now 75 dollars isn’t much to her, at that ti, 75 dollars was definitely a considerable expense for her.
"That sweater."
"Looks like it was the third store, why?"
Baron Lawrence pulled her hand, leading her to the third store while saying, "Reliving old mories!"
Speaking of what this woman likes, aside from children, it should be her persistent desire for him to regain his mory.
Rupert Harris said that after a quarrel with a woman, if you want to make up, you must give her what she likes the most.
He thought and thought, only this ca to mind, and he acted on it directly.
As soon as he ntioned reliving old mories, Enna Clark’s heartstrings were suddenly struck, resonating as if you could hear the echoes.
Shouldn’t he know the aning of reliving old mories?
He also accurately ntioned the location of the shop where the sweater was bought.
When they went to buy the sweater, it was just when they passed by there, and Mr. Harris wasn’t with them. So it’s impossible for Mr. Harris to have told him these details, yet he spoke of it accurately.
Which ans—he rembered!
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