She was startled and almost let out a scream.
Fortunately, before she could scream, she smelled a familiar scent, which calmed her down. Just as she was about to speak, her lips were suddenly sealed shut.
A whirlwind of passionate kisses rendered her tongue numb. The man gripping the back of her head finally released her.
Before her eyes was a familiar, handsome face - one she had seen just ten hours ago.
However, that handsome, breathtaking face had an unhappy expression, with cold features and eyes that seemed to burn with molten rage, firmly locked onto her.
"Who am I?"
Who is he?
What does he mean?
Enna was stunned and furrowed her eyebrows. Her intuition told her it was best to answer. She tentatively replied, "President Lawrence?"
"Wrong answer!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, her lips were sealed once more, this time even more fiercely. It felt like punishment, as if he wanted to devour her entirely!
