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The driver opened the door of the Lincoln car, and a leg as long as a model’s caught everyone’s eye!
Then, a man with short, neat hair and a strikingly handsome face appeared in everyone’s sight!
Everyone, from the elderly to little girls, had their eyes wide open!
He glanced down on the crowd with his noble phoenix eyes, ignored everyone, and focused on a dumbfounded Enna Clark. His thin lips curved, apparently in a good mood, and he waved at her, “Come here.”
It’s really Baron Lawrence!
He really found this place!
Enna’s heart was pounding so fast it felt like it would burst out of her chest. If it weren’t for her remaining sanity, she would almost lose her grip on the vegetables in her hand, spilling them all over the ground.
Seeing her not reacting, Baron Lawrence frowned and commanded again,
“What are you doing standing there? Come here.”
Scott Harris took in the colorful expressions on the young woman’s face, sympathizing with Enna silently but dutifully reminding her, “Ms. Clark, Lord is calling you. Go ahead.”
“I…” She glanced at the onlooking crowd in the neighborhood, which was growing larger. She came to her senses and unwillingly said, “Oh,” before moving towards him.
Baron Lawrence immediately pulled her close, his eyes dancing, “Are you a snail? I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”
Enna wanted to ask him how he had found this place, but upon scanning the crowd of onlookers, she hurriedly pulled him up the stairs, “We’ll go home first, then talk.”
Baron Lawrence savored this word, feeling a strange throbbing in his heart.
His eagle eyes glanced over Enna’s hand pulling him, raised an eyebrow, and followed her pace with his long legs.
The neighborhood was made up of resettlement houses. The stairs in the buildings were exceptionally narrow. After Enna had pulled him up, she let go of his hand, took out the key from her bag, and unlocked the door.
She put the vegetables on the table and threw a pair of men’s slippers in front of Baron Lawrence from the shoe cabinet.
“Change your shoes first.”
Baron Lawrence looked down at the brand-new men’s slippers, then glanced at a pair of identical, well-worn slippers beside them. He didn’t say anything, just changed his shoes.
He entered the house and looked around, immediately frowning.
The entire house was smaller than one of his villa’s bedrooms.
But small as it was, the house was warm and cozy.
There were plush toys scattered on the sofa, uneaten food covered on the dining table, and the small house was filled with the warmth of home.
Enna knew where he usually lived, so she got a clean glass from the kitchen, poured him a glass of water, and said somewhat uneasily, “My home is quite small, President Lawrence. Please bear with it.”
Baron Lawrence took a seat on the sofa as if he were in his own home, picked up the glass of water she poured, took a sip, and agreed with her, in a patronizing tone, “It is indeed pitifully small.”
Enna was just being polite about the size of her house. She didn’t expect him to actually agree, and the feeling of suffocation hit her!
She couldn’t breathe!
She twitched the corners of her mouth, silently chanting ‘this man has low EQ don’t argue with him’ a few times before feeling slightly better. She forced a smile, “Ha-ha, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, President Lawrence.”
Before Baron Lawrence could reply, she couldn’t help but ask, “What brings you here, President Lawrence?”
“Can’t I look for you if I have nothing to do?” No matter how you heard it, his tone was unpleasant..