The feeling of breaking free from gravity and cutting through the wind made her want to scream.
Her eyes were covered by warm hands, and the warmth cald her nerves. The wind howled past her ears, making her cheeks feel chilly.
No wonder Baron Lawrence had insisted she wear a jacket and fasten a hat before they left the house.
Otherwise, she’d surely be freezing by now, not to ntion her hair would be a tangled ss from the wind...
As the sensation of ascent began to stabilize,
Enna Clark blinked in curiosity, her eyelashes brushed against his palm, and she softly asked, "Baron Lawrence, can I open my eyes now?"
"You can when you’re ready," a deep, husky voice murmured by her ear.
Enna bead with excitent, "I’m ready."
No sooner had she spoken,
she felt the big hand covering her eyes slowly move away, revealing a vast expanse of azure sea and scattered islands dotting the horizon.
She was flying in the air.
Above her was the colorful rectangular glider she had seen before.
"Baron Lawrence, I can hear the sound of the wind!"
The wind swept past her ears, that sensation...
Enna could not describe it.
She had never felt so free.
It was as if she not only broke free from gravity but her whole being soared along with her body.
That feeling of freedom, wildness, vastness, and openness was like a revelation, and the world in her eyes changed along with him.
Enna took a breath of fresh air, unsure where to look.
"Where does that lead?" she asked, pointing to a U-shaped island.
"Shipley Island."
"What about over there?"
"Cay Island."
"And there..."
Enna pointed to a series of islands, and Baron Lawrence patiently nad each one for her.
Her eyes were like bright stars, incredibly luminous as she turned to look at the man beside her, "Baron Lawrence."
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
His heart gave a slight thump, his gaze locked onto her, and his thin lips barely moved, "I can’t hear you."
Enna almost rolled her eyes. So close, how could he not hear? Yet he heard everything she said just now.
But she wasn’t in the mood to roll her eyes now; she cupped her hands around her mouth, and with all her might, she shouted, "Baron Lawrence—"
"Thank you!"
Since it was just the two of them here, she decided to indulge without anyone knowing.
It was the first ti Enna felt so unrestrained, as if she had returned to childhood, free from worries or thoughts.
After shouting, she felt thoroughly exhilarated.
She didn’t notice the shadow that passed over the man’s eyes beside her, "That’s not what I wanted to hear."
"Hmm?"
Baron Lawrence took her hand; in midair, his rose-colored lips looked exquisitely crafted, like a masterpiece by God, the flying sun god Apollo, "I like you."
Thump.
Enna’s heart gave a sudden jolt.
She had heard those four words from him many tis, but at this special mont and place, hearing them felt particularly unique.
It especially tugged at her heartstrings.
The next mont,
"What I want to hear is you saying that, not thank you."
The carefully built romantic atmosphere was suddenly disrupted by him.
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