Baron Lawrence loosened his tightly clenched fist, lifted the blanket beside her, and laid down on the bed.
The soft big bed immediately sunk down slightly.
The person sleeping seemed to be disturbed, furrowed her brows, and then instinctively moved closer to the "heat source."
An arm naturally rested on his lower abdomen, and just as Baron Lawrence was about to move her hand away, Enna Clark's soft body already leaned over.
"Mmm..."
A gentle whimper sounded, as if her pleasant dream had been interrupted, emitting a sound of dissatisfaction.
Baron Lawrence's spine immediately stiffened, and he didn't move anymore, his gaze falling back on the face of the little woman who had almost rolled into his arms.
Her simple features, the just right delicate curly eyelashes – no matter how one looked at her, she wasn't the type to dazzle at first sight, yet damnably bewitching. In his eyes, she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen!