Enna Clark woke up in pain in the middle of the night.
Her lower abdomen throbbed with a dull ache, stirring her awake from her sleep.
Strange...
Why was her stomach hurting so much?
Enna gritted her teeth, propped herself up from the bed, and realized it was pitch black outside. She had no idea what time it was and wanted to turn on the light to check the time. However, as a wave of pain surged through her abdomen, she slipped and knocked the glass of water off the bedside table.
The glass shattered with a crisp sound.
With a loud bang, the bedroom door was abruptly pushed open. A figure entered, bringing in a gust of cold wind, and quickly rushed to her side. He gripped her shoulders, his voice filled with concern, "Enna, what's wrong?"
"Baron Lawrence, you're back?" She was stunned.
Wasn't he abroad?
Didn't Mr. Harris say he would be back in three days?
How did he come back so soon?
"I asked what happened to you? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Damn it!
