Baron Lawrence was impatient with the question, but with a thin-lipped smirk, he wanted to hear the answer, "So, what did you come up with?"
Enna really had to give it to him!
She blinked, looked at him, and spoke in a good-natured tone, "I thought of you taking me on a helicopter ride, the fireworks we saw over the sea that evening."
Baron Lawrence frowned.
Damn it, what does that have to do with this? How could this woman's words be so off-point?
The next second, he got it.
This woman was saying she believed him!
His gaze on Enna deepened gradually, turning into a whirlpool and nearly sucking her in, "Enna, do you know the consequence of whispering sweet nothings to a man in bed?"
The man would want to pin her down on the bed, gaze into her misty eyes, seize her sweet lips, take control of her sweetness...longing to hear her low moans, begging mercy and calling out his name!
He hadn't seen her for nearly 5 days, how much self-control did she think he had?
