Baron Lawrence caught the glance Bobby threw his way, but since Enna Clark hadn’t paid any attention to him since she ca in, he was still holding a breath in his chest and walked straight to the sofa.
Scott Harris stood at the back of the three, watching everything clearly.
Seeing Baron Lawrence sitting on the sofa with a displeased expression, he wanted to remind Enna Clark. He also walked over, coughed, bent down respectfully, and asked, "Lord, would you like so water?"
His cough was heard throughout the mansion, and the intention was too obvious.
After watching Bobby enter the room, Enna finally turned her head and noticed Baron, "Baron Lawrence, would you like so honey water? I’ll make it for you."
Just over honey water, the handso face that had darkened inch by inch lightened considerably, "Sure."
"Then I’ll make it. Wait for for a mont."
Enna said, heading towards the kitchen.
Scott Harris quickly followed, stopping her, "Young Madam, let handle it. You and Lord should rest, I’ll have it ready in no ti."
"I can do it myself."
Scott Harris awkwardly blocked her, not letting her go, "Young Madam, it’s my job..."
Enna pressed her lips, compromised, "Alright then, sorry for the trouble, Mr. Harris."
Scott Harris felt relieved seeing she didn’t insist on making the water, he put down his hand, "Not at all, Young Madam, it’s what I should do. Young Madam, please wait by the sofa for a bit, I’ll be out shortly."
Young Madam should spend more solo ti with Lord, leave the small matter of making honey water to him.
Being blocked by him, Enna could do nothing but return to the living room.
The man on the sofa, with his long legs crossed arrogantly and nobly, was holding a phone, doing sothing unknown. When he saw her coming, as if there was so telepathy, he raised his head, with his deep hawk-like eyes gently resting on her, he reached out a hand, speaking hoarsely, "Enna Clark, co here."
"..." The way he called her made her feel like a small pet.
Enna’s mouth twitched slightly. Thinking that he had brought Bobby back, she moved her steps and walked over.
As soon as she got near the sofa, her wrist was forcefully grabbed, a sudden pull made her lose her balance and fall into his arms.
"Ouch—"
Enna’s nose hit Baron Lawrence’s firm chest, making her eyes turn red with pain, she hissed, supporting herself on his chest, trying to get up, "What are you doing, so sudden, it hurts."
Can’t he just say things properly? Why does he have to be so straightforward and rough, handling things directly?
Gave her quite a scare.
When Baron Lawrence heard her painful groan, he imdiately regretted pulling her too hard, not noticing she would bump into him.
When he heard Enna say it hurts, he imdiately frowned, a flash of concern on his proud face. Ignoring Enna’s resisting hands, he domineeringly lifted her chin, his hawk-like eyes narrowing, focused on her face, "Where does it hurt?"
Enna’s skin was exceptionally good, naturally fair and delicate. Her cheeks were slightly red now, her black and white eyes were misty because of the bump on her nose, making her look like a lost fawn in a fairy tale. She muttered, "Nose."
Baron Lawrence’s heart skipped a beat, a rush of heat quickly flowed from his lower abdon, igniting into a fla.
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