"What are you thinking about?" Baron Lawrence didn’t feel awkward, he enjoyed it and squinted his hawk-like eyes, deliberately maintaining his position without moving, and asked her.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
She certainly couldn’t tell him that she suspected Skye Lawrence was behind this accident, right?
Not to ntion that she didn’t have any evidence yet, just pure suspicion. Even if she found evidence later and it was indeed Skye Lawrence, she still didn’t know how to face Baron Lawrence.
"If you weren’t thinking about anything, why wouldn’t you know I ca out?" The leisurely man looked down at her lazily like a lion, exposing her clumsy lie, "Co on, what were you thinking? Did sothing co to mind?"
Enna Clark decided not to say anything!
"No, it’s just that Bobby called asking why I hadn’t gone back yet, and if you were with . I got nervous and said you weren’t with , that you might have gone to the hospital to see Adam Sinclair. I was worried he might get suspicious, so I’ve been thinking about how we should go back later. Should we go separately? You go back first, and then I follow."
"I could have gone to the hospital to see Adam Sinclair, and then co to you, so we can go ho together!" She was seventy percent truthful and thirty percent deceitful, and Baron Lawrence believed her without any concern, saying casually.
Enna Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Yes, why didn’t I think of that just now?"
Baron Lawrence squinted his eyes and looked down at her. From this angle, her eyelashes were really soft and long, with an upward curve more perfect than a parabolic arc. In a good mood, he released her hand and said nonchalantly, "Because snails have small brains, it’s normal."
Because snails have small brains...
Enna Clark, initially feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, found the atmosphere was completely ruined by his words.
She almost wanted to grab a pillow from the head of the bed and hit him with it, educating, "Who says a snail’s brain is small? In proportion, a snail’s brain is not small."
"With such a big shell on its back, how big can the brain be?" Baron Lawrence had already let her go, stood up, and took a brand-new towel from the side, tossing it to Enna Clark, "Dry my hair for ."
Enna Clark, having the towel thrust into her hands, said dejectedly, "Co over here, you’re so tall standing there, how can I help you dry?"
Baron Lawrence humored her, ca over, and sat on the bed.
Enna Clark put on her slippers, stood up, took out a hairdryer, and plugged it in. She first used the towel to wipe the excess water from his hair and said while doing so, "The snail’s shell is like a human house. By your logic, the bigger the house, the smaller the brain?"
If that’s the case, with all the properties he owns worldwide, his brain must be tiny!
Even a needle’s eye might be bigger than his brain.
Baron Lawrence was displeased with her constant backtalk and was about to furrow his brows to ask if she had taken gunpowder. Enna Clark had already turned on the hairdryer, and her fingers moved through his hair as she began to blow it.
The humming sound of the hairdryer and the warm wind blowing on his hair gradually dissipated Baron Lawrence’s initial dissatisfaction with the wind.
Actually, this woman is quite adorable as long as she’s not arguing with him.
Never mind, a real man doesn’t bicker with won.
He squinted his eyes, enjoying Enna Clark’s service.
Enna Clark was eager for him to quiet down and focused more earnestly on blow-drying his hair...
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