Chapter 1992: Chapter 2002: Suddenly Grabbed Her Wrist
The manor was filled with all kinds of flowers and plants, and a breeze carried their fragrance.
From the mont the car stopped, a servant was waiting to open the door for him, “Young Master Lawrence.”
Baron Lawrence got out of the car.
The servant imdiately led him inside, saying as they walked, “Young Master Lawrence, please follow , the Old Lady is already waiting for you inside.”
“Mm.”
Baron Lawrence took a deep breath, suppressing his anxious mood, and followed her inside.
Hatton Manor covered a large area; only after crossing the gravel path in the garden did they reach the beautiful villa.
The servant led him to a drawing room-like area for receiving guests and bowed respectfully, “Nine o’clock in the morning is the Old Lady’s yoga ti, she must have gone for her morning session, please wait here for a mont, Young Master Lawrence.”
Baron Lawrence squinted his hawk-like eyes, revealing no displeasure, and calmly said, “Okay.”
The servant quietly exited, leaving him alone in the drawing room.
Baron Lawrence glanced around the decor of the room and unexpectedly saw a work by Jonathan Smith on the wall; he walked over, intending to take a closer look.
Suddenly, a delicate voice ca from behind him, “Young Master Lawrence, would you like tea or coffee?”
Baron Lawrence turned around sharply.
Whether by coincidence or design, as he turned, the person happened to step forward, accidentally bumping into his embrace.
The soft sensation and pleasant perfu imdiately enveloped his senses.
“Ah—”
In his view was a maid dressed in a panic.
The pretty, indescribable face looked even more pitiful due to panic, especially those eyes, misty and alluring, capable of capturing any man’s heart.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t an to.” The beautiful maid trembled continuously, seemingly terrified, evoking even more compassion.
Baron Lawrence’s deep, dark eyes stared intently at her.
The maid, with her head bowed, looked both frightened and pitiful, occasionally biting her rosy lips in a way that tugged at one’s heartstrings, repeatedly apologizing, “Young Master Lawrence, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would suddenly turn around, I didn’t an to. Please don’t tell the Housekeeper.”
Baron Lawrence squinted slightly and said in a low voice, “I want coffee.”
The person was montarily stunned, but quickly masked her daze, looking up to reveal a shy smile, her big eyes filled with surprise and gratitude, saying, “Okay, please wait, I’ll prepare it right away.”
Baron Lawrence ignored her.
The maid said “right away,” and indeed, it was quick; in less than five minutes, she returned with the coffee.
Whether truly unfortunate or just too coincidental, as she served the coffee to Baron Lawrence, she stumbled slightly, spilling so coffee on his hand.
At this, her face turned as pale as paper, apologizing repeatedly while quickly pulling out a napkin to wipe his hand, “Young Master Lawrence, sorry. Sorry. Truly sorry.”
Her voice was soft and delicate, saying sorry several tis.
Just as her hand was about to touch the back of his hand, suddenly, an unexpected event occurred; the previously silent man suddenly grabbed her extended wrist—
The maid, shocked, widened her beautiful eyes, her misty, large eyes looking at him, her clear eyes reflecting his image. She stamred, “Baron, Baron, Baron Lawrence?”
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