Just a single broken note.
It was enough to make the always high-and-mighty man ecstatic; he suppressed the joy in his eyes and tried to keep calm, "What did you say? Say it again!"
The little woman in the wheelchair spoke more smoothly the second time, and much of the mist in her eyes had cleared. Looking at him, she repeated, "Baron Lawrence."
Baron Lawrence's large hand tightened around her wrist involuntarily, his dark eyes fixed on her, "Say it again!"
"Baron Lawrence."
"Say it again."
"Baron Lawrence."
Enna Clark called his name over ten times before he asked again, "Baron Lawrence, Baron Lawrence, Baron Lawrence..."
"Damn it!"
She continued.
Suddenly, the back of her head was domineeringly drawn in, a magnified handsome face pressed forward, and her lips received a soft touch as a fiery kiss silenced her, swallowing all her sounds.
The kiss was passionate, as if to release the worries and suppression of these few days.
