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âBaron Lawrence, I canât do it anymore. Wait, letâs rest for a while.â Enna Clark climbed halfway up the mountainside without stopping for even a moment, her energy completely drained. Her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and she leaned on her knees, gasping for breath while speaking.
The man walking ahead stopped, turned back to grab her hand, and forcefully dragged her to continue climbing up!
His hawk-like eyes were strong and resolute, staring straight ahead. His rose-colored lips brushed against one another, âEnna Clark, donât talk to me while climbing the mountain!â
âHuh?â She was now so tired that her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and had no mood to think about what he was saying. She instinctively asked, âWhy?â
The proud man suddenly paused, twisted his neck, and looked down at her from his superior height. He said, indifferently, âI canât stand listening to you pant!â
âI canât stand listening to you pant!
Ennaâs face suddenly flushed red, and she glared at him without any deterrent power. Couldnât he have some pure thoughts in his head for a day? Just climbing a mountain could make him think about that sort of thing! She was absolutely speechless!
She didnât know if it was because of Baron Lawrenceâs distraction, but while she was angry and amused, she suddenly didnât feel so tired anymore. She clenched her teeth, glanced at the mountain peak, took a few deep breaths, adjusted her breathing, and tried her best to climb againâ¦
Climbing a mountain is a physically demanding activity; the more one climbs, the more tired one becomes.
Enna Clark rarely exercised, so she got tired faster than most people.
The clothes on her back had already been soaked with sweat once and had been dried by the mountain breeze. As she climbed further, she felt as if her legs didnât belong to her and could only mechanically step upwards.
One step after another.
One step and then another step!
Finally, just as her calf was about to cramp, she reached the top of the mountain. The moment she arrived, she could hardly control her body and collapsed onto the grass, gasping for air, âAh, so tiredâ¦â
Baron Lawrence climbed up with her, but his whole body was fresh and clean, not at all like her wretched appearance. He found a spot to sit next to Enna, gazing at the scenery below the mountain, and said, âWhenever Iâm in a bad mood, I like to climb mountains. The higher I climb, the more tired I get. When Iâm exhausted, Iâll rest and then look at the scenery below. It gives me a sense of openness, and my mood gets much better.â
Enna tilted her head to listen; after he finished speaking, she instinctively looked at the scenery below the mountain just like him!
Half of Linton City was within sightâ¦
She couldnât help but stand up and walk to the edge of the mountain, gazing into the distance.
The wind was strong at the peak, and as the breeze brushed against Ennaâs cheeks, she suddenly felt a sense of clarity. She felt as if she had suddenly understood many things, both about Jasmine and Jacob Clark, and about her relationship with Baron Lawrence.
She turned around, excitedly yelled, wanting to share her thoughts, âBaron
Lawrence, I⦠â
Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed, and the man who had also stood up pulled her in a different direction, âDonât say anything yet, follow me.â
With his long legs, Enna stumbled as she followed him to the other side.
Only then did she discover that there was a small cabin on top of the mountain. Baron Lawrence seemed very familiar with the place, telling her, âWait here for me, Iâll be right out.â
With that, he used his fingerprint to unlock the cabin door.
There was a clattering sound from inside, and the tall, handsome man came out with a hot air balloon in tow, âEnna Clark, come help..â