Baron Lawrence couldn't reach it on his first try, his brows furrowed tightly, as if they were about to tie a knot.
With persistent determination, he jumped up a second, third, fourth time... Enna Clark watched the man high above, like any ordinary man, childishly jumping to help her retrieve the small object hanging from the treetop.
His striking appearance alone drew plenty of attention, and as he kept leaping up to grab at the treetop, a few people even stopped to watch, curious about what he was doing.
The man being watched didn't care about the eyes on him, his gaze locked as if the only thing that existed was the object hanging from the treetop.
Enna hadn't forgotten about the injury on his back and hurriedly called out to him, "Baron Lawrence, I don't want to watch anymore. I don't want it, let's go."
Damn it!
She clearly wanted it!
