"Um, Baron Lawrence?"
"Don't talk!"
He held the small woman in his arms tightly, closing his eyes to calm his chaotic breath.
Damn it.
She really was sent by heaven to conquer him!
As soon as he touched her, his rationality and self-control turned into foam, shattering without the need for a breeze.
He firmly grasped the waist of the woman in his arms, Enna Clark's natural scent of soap permeating every corner of his being. He had originally planned to hold her and slowly calm down the tense urge about to explode, only to find that holding her made it impossible for him to relax.
His lower body grew more and more tense...
Baron Lawrence unwillingly released his grip to distance himself from Enna Clark, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Now?" Enna Clark followed him, frowning, "Can't you go after dinner?"
His lower body was about to explode!
