She has been trapped in the elevator for more than an hour, and her body has long since grown cold. However, the warmth of his palm was so intense, it permeated her even through the clothing. The previously ice-cold stomach was suddenly caressed with warmth, as if feeling better, yet somehow feeling worse. Enna Clark candidly admitted, "It still hurts."
She couldn't see Baron Lawrence's murderous expression at the moment, a sanguineous fury simmering in his eyes. He gently helped her massage her stomach and then calmly asked, "Aside from your stomach, are there any other discomforts?"
"Headache, and... no strength."
She didn't know why her head hurt so badly. As her time trapped in the elevator increased, her nerves seemed to pull at the pain. She was on the verge of fainting from the agony.
Baron's thin lips pressed into a straight line. The spotlight above his head was intensely bright, casting the elevator walls into plain view.
