Chapter 578: Baron Lawrence took the initiative to help her
The female artist also reacted, and even though her face was filled with humiliation, she quickly removed her skirt. Wearing a bikini, she ran to the hotel without hesitation…
The onlookers enjoyed a free spicy show and dispersed contentedly.
The manager was quite tactful, returned the check, and apologized to Enna Clark before hurriedly leaving.
Just as she left, Miranda Lewis, who had fallen on the ground and hadn’t gotten up, seemed unable to bear the pain and gave a suppressed moan.
Enna then realized she had forgotten about Miranda. She broke free from Baron Lawrence’s hand, helped Miranda up and asked, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. It was just too sudden, and I might have twisted my ankle a bit. You don’t need to worry about me; I just need some rest.”
No matter what, Miranda was injured while protecting her, so Enna couldn’t just leave her alone, “Your forehead is wounded, let me take you to the hospital.”
Baron Lawrence furrowed his eyebrows!
Is this woman deaf? Miranda said she would be fine after resting, so why go to the hospital? He’d rather have her accompany him for a coffee instead!
However, even though he was unwilling, he unusually didn’t stop her. Perhaps it was because he saw that Miranda’s forehead wound was indeed caused by protecting Enna.
But his expression wasn’t very pleasant.
Miranda, on the other hand, was tactful and politely refused, “No need to bother. I’ll rest for a while, and when my ankle gets better, I’ll go to the hospital for a check-up. I don’t feel much pain in my forehead, it’s probably just a cut. It’s not a big deal.”
Enna saw that Miranda’s forehead was indeed just cut, but still said, “Then let me take you back to your hotel room and help you apply some medicine. We can clean the wound to prevent scarring.”
Miranda initially wanted to refuse but was afraid of having a scar on her forehead. After some polite exchanges, she didn’t say anything further.
Just as Enna was about to help her up, Baron Lawrence, with a cold face, picked Miranda up before her, “I got it.”
The overpowering scent of the woman’s perfume reached his nose, causing his eyebrows to furrow and his eyes to show undisguised disgust. However, he didn’t let go of Miranda but instead clenched his teeth and walked forward, “Where’s your room?”
Miranda never expected that Baron Lawrence would help her, and she was at a loss for words.
Enna also didn’t expect Baron Lawrence to help Miranda. Although his actions were rough, it was her first time seeing him willingly help someone.
She couldn’t describe her feelings.
Although she felt that Baron Lawrence wouldn’t be interested in Miranda, she still found it somewhat irritating.
She suppressed her emotions and followed them.
Miranda was staying in room 6532 in a VIP suite, which was probably booked by her ‘ex-boyfriend’.
The two-bedroom living room looked nice, with floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offering a view of the sea. However, compared to the Presidential Suite, whether in terms of room size, decoration style, or viewing angle, it was inferior.
When they finally arrived at the room, Baron Lawrence couldn’t wait to let go of Miranda.
Having been roughly helped by him, Miranda didn’t have it easy. Baron Lawrence wasn’t really supporting her; it felt more like he had lent her an arm, dragging her along the way. Her already slightly twisted ankle was now even worse.
However, rarely having a chance to be so close to this man, even if her ankle hurt more, she forced herself to endure the pain and keep smiling. She managed to make it to the hotel room but was rudely let go of by him. Miranda nearly couldn’t catch her breath—