The warm light of the bedroom shone on the large bed, where the little woman lay on her side with her eyes closed as if asleep. Her eyelashes, long and curled, seemed like fluttering butterflies under the glow of the warm lamp. There was also her delicate nose, small and slightly pale lips...
Baron Lawrence's cold and rigid face softened incredibly.
He silently stood beside the bed, his eyes locked on the 'sleeping' person. His thin lips, which were tightly pressed together, now relaxed.
Everyone thought Enna Clark looked average, only considered pretty. But in his eyes, this woman, even every strand of her body hair, was God's most elaborate gift. More beautiful and comforting than any other woman.
