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âBaronâ¦Baronâ¦Baron Lawrence?â Enna Clark stammered, still in shock. Her body suddenly felt light as she was picked up by the waist.
The seemingly divine man with his ashen face and deep features, long legs striding as he carried her quickly away. Just as a car drove by, he stopped it forcibly.
âPresident?â âGet out.â
âUhâ¦what?â
âI said get out of the car!â
His fierce appearance was even more intimidating than a robberâs!
Although the driver didnât understand what was going on, he obediently exited the car. As soon as he got out, Baron Lawrence opened the back door and placed Enna Clark inside. Then he closed the door, got into the driverâs seat, stepped on the gas, and the car sped offâ
Leaving the bewildered car owner still standing there, not understanding what had just happened.
Why did the president steal his car?
And who was the woman the president was carrying?
The car sped all the way to the hospital entrance.
Baron Lawrence abruptly braked, stopping the car right by the main entrance and opened the door, about to carry Enna Clark out of the car.
âI can get out on my own.â
Gradually regaining her composure after the shock of the ride, she avoided his hand, intending to get out of the car by herself. However, Baron Lawrence didnât give her a chance and forcibly picked her up.
With her balance thrown off, Enna Clark couldnât help but scream.
He carried her into the hospital.
It was strange that she didnât know what he wanted to do when they arrived here. People couldnât help but look at them along the way, and Enna Clarkâs cheeks grew warm. Unable to help herself, she whispered, âBaron Lawrence, put me down. I can walk.â
In response, she was met with an incredibly cold look from the side!
She bit her lip and repeated, âBaron Lawrence, I can really walk on my own. Please let me go.â Let go!
Those two words again!
His eyes narrowed sharply, and he suddenly stopped. âDo you really want me to let you go?â
ââ¦â What did he mean?
As Enna Clark wished, the cold and heartless man let her go.
However, he set her down on the 5th-floor staircase railing.
The 10-centimeter-wide railing was too narrow for a person to sit securely, and Enna Clarkâs face turned as white as a sheet. She nearly screamed in panic, grabbing his wrist as if she were clinging to a lifesaving straw.
âWhat are you doing!â
Baron Lawrenceâs eyes glanced at her hand tightly gripping his wrist, his thin lips curling coldly. âYou asked me to let you go, didnât you? Your wish is granted. Let go.â
As he spoke, he tried to pry her hand off.
This was the 5th floor!
If she fell from the 5th floor, sheâd either die or suffer a concussion! With her face pale, she subconsciously clutched at his shirt. âDonâtâ¦â
Her large, bright eyes widened in panic, and in the absence of her stubbornness, she looked like a frightened deer. For some reason, the anger in Baron Lawrenceâs heart dissipated almost completely. His ashen face softened slightly as he pinched her chin, asking somewhat more kindly, âDo you still want me to let you go?â
A wise man doesnât fight when the odds are against him! Enna Clark bit her lip, struggling to shake her head.
His mood improved slightly, and he wrapped his arms around her again, his lips curving in delight. âThatâs better.â
How was this being better!
Enna Clark felt as if she were a pet, threatened and intimidated before finally being petted. But like they say, you have to bow your head when youâre under someone elseâs roof. She could only bear it.