His lips were soft, and when they met, there was a sensation like an electric shock. Enna Clark hadn't had time to react before the back of her head and waist were seized, leaving her no opportunity to dodge. He deepened the kiss, plunging straight in.
When the kiss finally ended after much difficulty, Enna Clark was panting and leaning on him.
Baron Lawrence, in a very good mood, let her go and took her hand, saying, "Let's go, back home."
On the way back to the company, his mood remained very good, so much so that Enna Clark noticed it.
Seeing that he was finally not so tightly wound, the anxiety that Enna Clark had been holding onto also relaxed.
Indeed, taking him out for a walk was the right move; otherwise, who could stand that constant nerve-wracking tension? No matter how capable and talented Baron Lawrence was, he was still human, not a robot. Everybody needs to rest at some point.
No sooner had they set foot in the company than Scott Harris rushed over.
