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However, Baron Lawrence was delighted to be stared at by her, and after stealing a kiss on her lips, he calmly announced, âIâll have Scott Harris bring someone from Tussaudâs Wax Museum to measure you for a custom-made wax figure, so I can take you with me wherever I go.â
âA wax figure? Isnât that a bit too much?â Enna Clark stared wide-eyed and speechless, wondering how his thought process was so different from ordinary people that heâd think of making her a wax figure.
âWhatâs so exaggerated? This way, I can keep you with me anytime, anywhere.â Baron Lawrence was not satisfied with her reaction, so he bit her lip again.
Enna Clark hissed in pain and couldnât help but retort, âThen, you might as well make an inflatable doll, which is even more portable and convenient.â
An inflatable doll? Baron Lawrence actually started to consider the feasibility, narrowed his hawkish eyes, and agreed with her suggestion, âThat makes sense. Iâll ask Scott Harris to find someone to make an inflatable doll based on your proportions. Itâll be useful during your period when itâs inconvenient.â
Enna Clark, ââ¦â
Is it too late for her to give herself two slaps on the face?
With a great suggestion acquired, Baron Lawrence happily hugged and kissed Enna Clark, his demeanor like well-fed lions, licking and rubbing against their prey, lazily seeking the right opportunity to strike.
Enna Clark shuddered, not wanting to waste all of her precious time in bed with him. She immediately broke free from his grip and sat up, âI promised Darling that Iâd go strawberry picking with him, so Iâll go check on him.â
Her evasive appearance made it clear that she wanted to escape.
Baron Lawrence was in a good mood, so he didnât pull her back. He propped up his head and followed her movements with his eyesâ¦
Enna Clark went to wash her face and found his shirt casually thrown on the sofa before he took a bath had fallen to the floor. She habitually bent down to pick it up, intending to put it back on the sofa.
Suddenly, she smelled that familiar perfumeâ¦
Enna Clark paused in her actions, frowning.
She had smelled this perfume before on his shirt on the night of his birthday.
At that time, he was in Linton City, and he claimed he had social engagements during the day. She didnât think much about it, figuring he must have brushed against some womanâs perfume.
However, the shirt she was holding now was worn by him in Country W.
What were the chances that he encountered a woman in Country W wearing the same perfume?
A common perfume might be possible, but this perfume was a limited edition, rarely used. The fact that the same, uncommon, womenâs perfume appeared on his shirts in two different places and occasions couldnât be a coincidence. Even with an open mind, Enna Clark couldnât help but find something off about it.
As she was lost in thought, a hot arm encircled her waist from behind and held her, âWhat are you daydreaming about?â
Enna Clark looked back and said with clear, bright eyes, âIâm thinking about whether I should wash this shirt for you.â
Only then did Baron Lawrence notice the shirt in her hand. A trace of annoyance and gloom flickered in his eyes, and he said coldly, âNo need to wash it. Just throw it away!â
âYouâve only worn this shirt once, right? Itâs a pity to throw it away. Let me clean it for youâ¦â
Before she could finish, Baron Lawrence forcefully snatched the shirt and threw it into the nearby trash can, âI have plenty of shirts. I donât like this one.â
Enna Clark looked at the white shirt lying in the trash can and tightened her lips.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
This shirtâs style was the simple design he usually preferred, and even the brand was one of the few he liked.
Yet, he said he didnât like it.
If earlier on, she had been just a little bit suspicious, now her suspicion had tripled.
What exactly was Baron Lawrence hiding from her? And to whom did the perfume scent belong?