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Before the host could finish speaking, the arrogant man had already bent over, lifting the little woman, who had rather burrowed herself into his embrace, in a horizontal carry and stepped out, his two long straight legs striding confidentlyâ¦
âHandsome guy, you havenât claimed your prize yet!â
The host, who had never seen a contestant neglect their prize, continued to shout after them.
âHandsome guy, wait up. You havenât claimed your prize yet!â
Regrettably, the man had already walked far away.
As he walked back, he muttered under his breath, âWhat a waste. He refused even a free nightâs stay in a five-star hotel. This world really has all sorts of oddities.â
The women reacted differently, looking with envious eyes at the retreating figures of the pair.
âEmma, did you see that? That was a princess carry- So MANLY, so handsome!â
âSo domineering. How can such a top-notch man truly exist? Itâs not like weâre filming a TV series, right?â
âGive me a man like that, I would willingly lose ten years of my life!â
âWho wouldnât be willing if heâs that handsome.â
âExactly.â
Enna Clark was carried all the way back to the hotel.
Scott Harris was already waiting at the hotel entrance. Seeing them return, he immediately approached, âLord Lawrence, I apologize. I was negligent.â
âYou know what you should do,â Baron Lawrence replied without glancing at him. His face remained expressionless as he brushed past him, still holding onto Enna.
Once inside the elevator, Enna finally snapped out of her sense of disbelief. She struggled slightly and said in a soft voice, âBaron Lawrence, put me down.â The domineering man turned a deaf ear to her.
Uncomfortable, she shifted again, âI can walk by myself, put me down please.â
âSo dramatic!â, he retorted, but his body held her even tighter. Clearly, he had no intention of letting go. With a look of impatience, he snapped, âBehave, stop moving around! Youâre the one who said you were too weak to stand, werenât you?â
She was indeed too weak to stand, but it was embarrassing to have that spoken out loudâ¦
Ennaâs cheeks flushed a deep red. She wanted to refute him indignantly but feared that he would say something even more embarrassing. While she was tangled in her thoughts, thev reached the Penthouse Presidential Suite. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Baron Lawrence swiped his finger over the sensor at the entrance, and the door opened.
He carried Enna inside, placed her on the bed, and took out a bunch of brightly colored clothes from the cloakroom before tossing them over to her.
âChoose one you like and change into it.â
âWhat is all this?â
Enna was hit by the tossed garments. She picked one up, took a closer look, and her face immediately turned as red as a monkeyâs bottom. She swiftly hid the garment behind her back.
Baron Lawrence had thrown her a pile of bikinis!
âWhat are you doing? Quickly choose one. â The man, who had just made a cup of coffee, noticed her little action and threatened with a frown, âIf you donât choose, Iâll choose for you.â
âWhy do I have to choose this?â Forced to pick up a white, slightly less revealing bra, she realized they were swimsuits. Her eyes lit up as she asked, âAre you taking me to the beach?â
âJust choose. Youâre talking too much!â Baron Lawrence avoided her sparkling eyes and turned away, saying, âChange once youâve chosen. Iâll wait for you. Be quick.â
âChange now?â She was a bit surprised.
The man gave her an impatient glare, his tone brusque, âOr when were you planning to change? When we are already in the water? If thatâs what you want, suit yourself.â
So, he really was planning on taking her swimmingâ¦