All night, Enna Clark had the sense of being tightly embraced, the heat keeping her sleepless. Only towards six in the morning did the oppressive feeling lift, and overcome with drowsiness, she sunk into a state of half-slumber.
She did not see the man rise from the bed and, unlike usual, he did not immediately go to the bathroom to shower, but stood silently by the bed. After watching her for a long while, he pursed his lips and went into the bathroom.
"Splish, splash."
Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened.
Baron Lawrence casually took a white shirt from the wardrobe and paired it with a wristwatch. After getting dressed, he left the bedroom, casually pulling the bedroom door shut behind him.
The moment he stepped out of the bedroom, his expression turned cold. He picked up his new phone that had been delivered the night before from the table and switched it on.
There were dozens of missed calls. Apart from business calls, they were all from the same number.
