Indeed, Baron Lawrence wanted to turn into a wolf, but he restrained himself. He swallowed, leaned forward, and placed a kiss on Enna Clark's forehead.
"Morning." His voice, heavy with drowsiness, was as silky and seductive as satin.
"Morning." Enna replied dryly.
Baron Lawrence rolled over, fully embracing her in his arms. Stretching out his cheetah-like body, he lazily raised his phoenix eyes and said, "Enna, I'm hungry."
"..."
He had been 'hungry' many times before, but not once was it the kind of hunger ordinary people feel.
So she couldn't help but wonder if there was a strong hint in his current 'hunger' as well.
However, this time she misunderstood him. Baron Lawrence was indeed hungry. After working all night without sleeping or eating breakfast, he was truly hungry.
But the moment was too perfect, and despite the strong protests from his stomach, he didn't want to move.
"Enna, I'm hungry." He emphasized once more, and this time there was indeed a hint in his words.
