By the time they reached the location, Enna Clark regretted it immensely.
Turned out, the crowd that had gathered was not clamoring for a good deal, but instead was due to a local kissing contest that was being held. Everyone had come to enjoy the spectacle.
Looking at the pairs of men and women passionately kissing in the square, Enna felt a faint heat in her ears. Darn it! Why did she impulsively insist on dragging Baron Lawrence over here, making her seem overly thirsty.
"Let's... let's go."
Baron Lawrence held her hand, his hawk eyes watching the couples in the square, unmoving.
Enna felt completely embarrassed, bit her lip and yanked him again, "Baron Lawrence, let's go back. I don't want to roam anymore."
"Didn't you want to watch this earlier?" The composed man finally turned to look at her, but his fervent gaze was filled with an intense sense of possessiveness!
It was like a starved beast, just waiting to devour her whole!
