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Ten minutes later, Enna Clark finally managed to put on the seemingly fairy-like, yet incredibly troublesome dress.
Due to the time constraints, Nico wasted no time and hurriedly instructed someone to help her with her styling.
Makeup and hairstyling were done almost simultaneously.
By the time Baron Lawrence arrived, Enna had just barely managed to finish pinning up the last bit of her hair.
“Done. Ms. Clark, please have a look.”
Enna opened her eyes and looked at the person in the mirror. After some fuss, she indeed looked quite different from before.
“Young Master Lawrence, what do you think?” After letting Enna take a look, Nico asked the man who had just entered the room for his opinion.
Enna tugged at the skirt of her dress and turned around.
A glint of amazement flashed in Baron Lawrence’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “Mediocre,” he said.
Nico was very satisfied with her styling work and expected a stream of praises, yet she only received a “mediocre” comment. Her smile stiffened momentarily, but she remembered who this man was and dared not complain even though she didn’t receive any praise.
Baron Lawrence didn’t care about her resentments at all. In fact, he never paid attention to any woman other than Enna. He walked up to Enna in her glamorous dress, face tense, and grabbed her wrist. Out of nowhere, he took out a box. Upon opening it, a light blue dolphin bracelet came into view.
He took out the bracelet and personally fastened it on Enna’s delicate wrist. The bracelet looked especially beautiful against her fair skin, and its color perfectly matched that of the dress. It was as if the two were tailor-made for each other!
This bracelet… Enna raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.
He lowered his head, and his fingertips played with the dolphin on the bracelet. Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her wrist, raised his head, and constrained her gaze with his hawk-like eyes, warning her, “Enna, remember not to take it off again. I can tolerate it once, but not twice or three times. Next time, I can’t he Sllre if T can stav calm and nnt it hack on for von ”
—Enna, don’t mind the Young Master. He has a paranoid personality and sometimes can’t control his emotions.
The bracelet on her wrist felt cool. Enna struggled and nodded, “I understand.”
Hearing her promise, the gloom in Baron Lawrence’s eyes faded somewhat, and he hooked his thin lips, taking her hand, “Let’s go, the banquet is about to begin. ”
Perhaps because she was wearing high heels, the man who usually walked briskly slowed down his pace this time, as if he was deliberately accommodating her.
Upon having this thought, Enna immediately dismissed it.
Would Baron Lawrence accommodate her?
Why did it feel more and more absurd the more she thought about it?
This man had always been willful and condescending and probably wouldn’t notice such small details, right?
Even though she said that to herself, something strange still flashed through her heart.
“What are you daydreaming about while walking?”
Suddenly her wrist was pulled, and she came back to her senses to see the man beside her taking her hand. His slender fingers interlaced with hers, changing a simple hand-holding to an interlocking of their ten fingers.
“Stay close to me at the banquet later! Don’t flirt with other men or allow them to flirt with you! Your eyes should only be on me.. If you look at anyone else, I’ll gouge your eyes out and break that man’s legs!”