Baron Lawrence's eyes lightened and darkened like the midnight, casting a deep glance at her. His lips remained tightly pressed together, not uttering a word.
Just as Enna Clark was feeling anxious, thinking he was still angry, he suddenly bent down, carried her horizontally in his arms, and strode towards the upper floor.
"Ah." Enna was startled by the sudden lift in her body.
Surprisingly, the man holding her either intentionally or unintentionally loosened his arms at that moment. She instinctively reached out with both hands and hooked them around his neck.
As soon as she did, the arms holding her became secure again.
"Which floor?"
"What?" Right after she spoke, she realized, "6204."
Baron Lawrence held her in his arms and approached the elevator, impatiently ordering, "Press the floor button!"
"Baron Lawrence, put me down."
"Don't make me repeat myself twice." Still as domineering and forceful as ever.
