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Scott Harris, who was so far away, was blamed unfairly. He was driving slowly so that Baron and Ms. Clark could spend more time together in the car to communicate better. Baron got Ms. Clark angry, but it turned into Scottâs fault for driving too slow.
Feeling frustrated, Scott stepped on the gas pedal, and the Lincoln Stretch Limousine sped towards Capital Cityâs villa areaâ Swiftly.
The car stopped in front of a single villa.
Enna was tired from crying. The negative emotions that had been weighing her down for the past few days seemed to have dissipated after that fit of sobbing. Only then did she realize that she was still sitting on Baron Lawrenceâs lap, snuggling into his embrace. She finally found it embarrassing.
With a hoarse voice, she said, âBaron Lawrence, I can get off and walk by myself. â
As soon as she spoke, even Enna was startled by her own hoarse and unpleasant voice.
But Baron Lawrence acted as if he hadnât heard her, picking her up and
carrying her out of the car.
He strode into the villa and placed her on the large bed in the bedroom on the second floor.
âScott, go prepare two sets of womenâs clothes.â
âYes.â
Scott withdrew quietly.
Baron Lawrence opened the cloakroom and found a shirt among a row of shirts, handing it to her, âGo take a hot bath first.â
âOkay.â
Enna also felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she didnât hesitate to accept the shirt from Baron Lawrence and got up to head for the bathroom.
Baron Lawrenceâs bathroom was even larger than her whole house, and the washroom alone was as big as her bedroom, not to mention the separate changing area and robe-hanging section in his bathroom. Enna examined herself in the full-length mirror.
Such a mess!
With disheveled hair, swollen eyes, and even a bitten lip. Her crying had left her face red and white blotches, like an actor on a theatre stage. Her clothes were also in disarray, dried and worn like pickled vegetables⦠it was a terrible sight.
She didnât know how Baron Lawrence could have kissed her like this earlier.
Enna, unconsciously, rubbed her fingertip over the corner of her mouth, then shook her head to shake away the burning image of their kiss. Turning on the faucet, she washed her face first.
After washing her face, she felt much more refreshed. She started undressing, getting ready for a bath.
Right at that moment.
The bathroom door suddenly opened.
A tall man barged in.
Enna was left in her underwear. Her first instinct was to cover her chest and scream in panic, âBaron Lawrence, what are you doing in here?â
âHelping you bathe,â he said naturally, his determined gaze on Ennaâs body somewhat undermined the righteousness in his words.
Ennaâs entire body felt like it was burning under his scorching gaze, her face turning red. She forcefully pushed him out, âI can wash myself, I donât need your help⦠get outâ¦â
As soon as Baron Lawrence left, she immediately slammed the bathroom door shut.
Not quite trusting the situation, she didnât forget to lock the door from the inside.
Didnât this silly woman know this was his house? Did she think locking the door would help? Baron Lawrence raised an eyebrow, glanced at the key inserted into the lock on the bathroom door, hooked the corner of his lips, and walked away from the bathroom door with his hands shoved in his pockets.
After a while, Enna came out of the shower.
She nervously pulled the menâs shirts on her body, her legs pressed together, delicate toes curling tight due to anxiety.
Baron Lawrenceâs eyes were as greedy as a wolfâs, his Adamâs apple rolling with restraint. Staring at her without blinking, he patted the bed beside him, commanding Enna, âCome here..â