Just when the temperature in the car was getting higher and hotter, suddenly, an annoying ringtone sounded.
"Ring ring ring..."
Baron Lawrence initially didn’t want to bother, but the ringtone showed no sign of stopping, persistently disturbing the great atmosphere.
"SHI-T!"
Reluctantly, he unwillingly let go of Enna Clark, picked up the phone, and took a glance.
Unsure of who was calling, he saw the number and his handso face turned grim, clearly showing impatience. Yet, for so unknown reason, he answered the call.
"Speak!"
The tone was domineering and impatient, like saying ’speak quickly, or shut up.’
Whatever was said on the other end made his expression increasingly sour. His brows furrowed tightly as if they could crush a fly, coldly saying, "Is your cerebellum underdeveloped or is your brain inherently problematic? You ask about this? You can’t dial Custor Service?"
His mouth showed no rcy, clearly indicating how annoying the caller was to him!
"Don’t pretend in front of ; I’m not interested in your noise. Listen well, if you bother with such things again next ti, you’ll understand what regret ans." After saying this, he impatiently hung up and tossed the phone aside.
Turning back to Enna Clark, Enna had already taken the chance while he was on the call to find a safe spot, and opened the car door, with one foot already out. Seeing he finished the call, she naturally said, "Alright, Baron Lawrence, let’s get out of the car."
It was all because of that damned call!
The previous romantic atmosphere was entirely disrupted by the call, and this cunning woman had seized the chance to slip away...
His eagle eyes narrowed, revealing a flash of irritation, he grabbed Enna Clark’s wrist and forcibly pulled her back into the car.
"Baron Lawrence, you..." couldn’t finish speaking.
The car door was aggressively shut again.
With a loud bang, she was once again pressed against the man’s chest, the scorching passionate kiss didn’t give a chance to refuse, continuing what was unfinished before...
The kiss was so intense, nearly squeezing out all the oxygen from Enna Clark’s chest, she could only rely on responding to him, to draw a bit of oxygen from him.
Baron Lawrence’s kissing skills were exceptional, and Enna Clark slowly imrsed herself in the intense kiss...
Suddenly.
The phone, that was tossed aside earlier, rang again, incessantly demanding attention until answered.
Baron Lawrence initially ignored it, but Enna Clark couldn’t engage at all with the ringtone blaring in her ear.
Her hands pressed against the man’s chest, dodging the kiss, breathily reminding him, "Baron Lawrence, your phone is ringing."
"Ignore it!"
"But..." Enna Clark still dodged to the side, "You should check it, in case it’s sothing important?"
"You should answer it."
Her little mouth chattered continuously, but spoke nothing romantic.
The fla in Baron Lawrence’s abdon was already ignited, wishing he could devour her right then. However, Enna Clark was completely uncooperative, and the persistent ringing from the phone proved quite disruptive. Despite the impatience and displeasure, he let go, picked up the phone he had tossed aside.
This ti, seeing the Caller ID, his eyes no longer held impatience, but a deep-rooted ferocity!
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