When Enna Clark woke up, it was already dark.
As soon as she opened her eyes, still blurry from sleep, her lips were enveloped. The masculine scent of sandalwood and mint came rushing at her, covering her lips and a wet, hot tongue swept past the corners of her mouth, tickling her.
The next moment, her body was swept up into the air, "Enna, you slept for seven hours." A pig wouldn't sleep as much as her!
Seven hours? She finally woke up, looking out at the gradually darkening sky, wide-eyed and speechless, she noticed that Baron Lawrence was carrying her outside already. She struggled and tried to get down on her feet, "Baron, where are you taking me?"
As the words left her mouth, her waist was tightly pinched as a punishment, and the haughty man glanced at her coldly, his thin lips brushing hers, "You'll know when we get there."
Enna was carried out of the room, down the hallway, and into an elevator by Baron.
