Enna Clark paced anxiously back and forth in the hallway not far away.
Seeing him come out, she trotted over and looked up at him nervously, "Baron Lawrence, how did it go?"
As soon as her words fell, her wrist was grabbed, and she was dragged to the side.
"Baron Lawrence, slow down."
However, the man striding with her showed no sign of stopping. His long legs walked briskly like the wind, and Enna could only jog to barely keep up with his pace.
Finally, at the Hospital's emergency staircase entrance, he stopped.
He pulled her over and suddenly pressed her against the wall, bending down to kiss her lips–
His kiss was urgent, as if seeking a kind of affirmation from her body.
Enna felt a little hurt by his rough movements and furrowed her brows, twisting her head uncomfortably while reaching out both hands to wrap around his waist.
The sweet scent of the young woman was close at hand, and her gentle embrace effortlessly smoothed his irritability...
