In the evening, Baron Lawrence got his wish and stayed the night.
Enna Clark had just given Bobby a bath and returned to her room after putting him to sleep. Her wrist was domineeringly seized, and she was pressed onto the bed.
A strong masculine hormone scent mixed with the cool mint aroma weighed down on her, accompanied by passionate kisses.
"Mm…" She couldn't help but moan, her hands pushing against Baron Lawrence's chest.
The temperature in the room gradually rose.
Suddenly.
The door was knocked, and Bobby's voice came in, "Woman, I just heard you crying out. Is your stomach hurting?"
Enna's hazy mind suddenly woke up, lowering her voice, "…No."
But someone was still causing mischief, and the skin his lips grazed felt like a surge of electricity, making it ticklish and tingly down to the core.
"Are you sure?" Bobby clearly didn't believe her. If she hadn't had stomach pain, why did she cry out?
