Enna Clark felt ticklish under his palm, instinctively wanting to dodge. But her lower back was firmly held by his knowing grip, and she resigned herself to letting him caress her belly.
After a while of this, Enna couldn't help but look at him in puzzlement, "Baron Lawrence, why do I feel like you've taken a special liking to touching my belly lately?"
He's been doing it almost every day these past few days. He never had this habit before, and this sudden change made one pay special attention.
"Is there something wrong with my belly?" Enna faintly guessed at a possibility but then felt it was impossible.
The noble man half-closed his eyelids, his thick lashes hid his obsidian-like eyes, simultaneously veiling the emotions within them, "Nothing's wrong, just felt like touching."
"No way!" Just from looking at his expression, Enna could tell he was lying, "You can't possibly just randomly develop a fondness for my belly; there must be a reason."
