The voice was hoarse and low, exuding a deadly allure.
Enna Clark froze for a moment, holding her breath.
Don't joke around, this is a restaurant's private room, not home.
Her stiff demeanor was somehow incredibly adorable. Baron Lawrence's eyes were deep, and he almost wanted to take her back home and throw her onto the bed right that instant.
However, he held back.
He was the first to stand up, hands in pockets, speaking nonchalantly, "Let's go. Didn't you want to go to the hospital? If you keep dawdling, the hospital will be closed!"
Enna Clark breathed a sigh of relief, giving him a sideways glance as she said, "It's only 3 PM, and hospitals are open 24 hours. They won't close!"
Does he even have common sense!
Baron Lawrence glanced at her and said, "Private hospitals close at 3 PM. When Adam Sinclair ran a hospital, it only operated from 9 AM to 1 PM."
"..."
Enna Clark countered speechlessly, "That was a special case."
