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Enna Clark was led by him all the way up to the second floor.
He didn’t bother opening the door properly and just kicked it open.
Enna pitied the exquisite door and glared at him, “Can’t you just open the door nicely?”
She could have helped him open it if he couldn’t. Why did he have to be so rough in kicking it open?
“Stop nagging.” Baron Lawrence’s nerves were stretched thin from exhaustion. If she weren’t by his side, his temper would be even worse.
He entered the bedroom first, took off his tie, grabbed a brand-new bathrobe from the closet, and headed for the bathroom. He instructed her without looking back, “Enna, I’m going to take a shower. Find a book and read it to me later.”
“Yes, yes, Old Master.”
Baron Lawrence was too tired to argue with her about the “Old Master” title and walked into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.”
Enna did as she was told and started looking for a book in the room.
She knew that Baron Lawrence had the habit of reading newspapers daily, and no matter where he was, a servant would deliver the newspaper every day.
She searched all over the room but couldn’t find a newspaper. Enna was puzzled, “Huh, did the servant forget?”
Even when he moved to the Capital City Resettlement Area, someone still delivered the newspaper punctually every day. Why would there be none here? Did the servant accidentally forget, or had it not arrived yet?
Enna considered the possibilities.
Since there was no newspaper, she searched again and found an Introduction to Engineering.
Only a few pages in, the man emerged from the shower.
Water droplets still clung to his sharp short hair. Clear beads of water trailed from his defiant jaw, sliding into his collar and all the way inside, unbearably sexy.
“Help me dry my hair.”
He tossed a white towel over her head.
With her face covered in the towel, Enna sulked as she removed it. He had already stretched out his long legs and sat on the sofa, waiting for her service like a boss.
Enna silently recited to herself several times that he hadn’t slept for two days before suppressing the urge to throw the towel and leave. She quietly walked behind him and began drying his hair…
Baron Lawrence’s hair was black and stiff, each strand as sharp as his character. Enna tried to be as gentle as possible, wiping away the water droplets. When it was almost dry, she placed her fingers on his temples and began to massage gently.
The aching spot was suddenly soothed by a pair of little hands, and Baron Lawrence’s eagle eyes narrowed in comfort. He adjusted himself into the most comfortable position, exhaling a contented sigh.
Seeing that he was relaxed, Enna followed his temples and massaged other areas.
She massaged him for over half an hour.
His hair dried naturally, and her hands were almost numb.
Enna carefully moved her hand away and was about to shake it when the resting man opened his eyes, pulled her onto the sofa, nibbled on her earlobe, and said with deep, smoldering eyes, “Enna, I really want to devour you completely!”
Enna’s cheeks flushed as she braced her hands against his chest and attempted to push him away, her eyes evading his, “Stop fooling around. Aren’t you tired? Get to bed and sleep.”
“I do want to go to bed…” Baron Lawrence’s eyes were dark and brooding. He suddenly picked her up, ignoring her cries of surprise, tossed her onto the bed, and rolled on top of her. “But before that, I want to sleep with you even more!”