"Tsk. So, you're already getting excited in a place , huh?"
At this, Enna Clark was jerked back to her senses.
Desperately resisting, "Baron Lawrence, let me go! I'm not selling!"
"Why won't you sell now, when you were willing to before?"
Enna struggled fiercely to free herself from his grip, "That was before. I don't need the money now. Can't I just not sell anymore?"
"Business is a matter of integrity. Since you sold yourself to me before, you must sell to me now!"
Who was she trying to keep her innocence for?
For the boyfriend she claimed to have?
Before, he was also her boyfriend, even her fiancé, and she hadn't kept her innocence for him. Now she was doing it for another man?
Just thinking about her body being touched by others, how other men had once visited her most private areas, and how they knew her weak spots just like he did—Baron Lawrence felt an unprecedented fury!
"Enna Clark, you haven't answered my question yet. What if I took you right here?"
"You pervert!" Enna couldn't help but shudder. The instant a look of defiance flashed in her eyes, the cold and austere man had already leaned in, fiercely sealing her lips with a rough kiss.
Enna struggled desperately.
But she could feel the hand that had been resting on her sweater trace its way back up along her waist...
This was the restroom; someone might come in at any moment.
Amelia Young could be waiting outside. What if she found out...
As the man touched and teased her hidden weak spots one by one, Enna's vision began to blur.
"Do you want it that badly?"
It was like a cold bucket of water being dumped on her head. Enna stiffened, struggling even harder.
The next second, the man suddenly released her lips. His emotions drained from his eyes like the tide, ignoring her struggle. He forcefully lifted her sweater, his gaze falling on the scar on her abdomen. It was as if lightning flashed in the depths of his eyes, a storm looming. He looked at her—
The scar clearly left by a surgeon's knife!
Could it be that she had not only been with other men, but had already given birth to a child!
Baron Lawrence's lips pressed together tightly as he took a step back, releasing his grip on Enna and giving her some space.
"What's with that scar?"
With weak legs, Enna managed to steady herself and quickly pulled down her sweater, "It's a scar from an appendicitis surgery."
"Appendicitis?" How could it look so much like a scar from childbirth?
Enna affirmed without thinking!
Just then, the sound of a vibrating phone came from the next stall.
Baron Lawrence took out his phone and glanced at it, then looked at the guarded Enna. His lips pursed into a straight line, he pulled a stack of cash from his wallet and threw it on her.
Feeling insulted, Enna turned pale. She pushed the money back at him, "I don't need it."
She straightened her clothes, clenched her teeth, and raised her head, "Young Master Baron, please tell Ms. Young that field service called me, I'll head back first."
Enna's footsteps paused.
See you tomorrow? What did that mean?
Would he visit their film crew again tomorrow?!
What on earth was Baron Lawrence up to?
Enna felt confused and upset, and just then, the man behind her walked past her and left...