Baron Lawrence had his eyes closed, expecting her to tell a detective story. Yet, the more he listened, the more he realized she was telling the story of Sleeping Beauty, not a detective one!
His eyes snapped open, his voice dark and cold, âAre you telling me a fairy tale?â
This kind of stale fairy tale, even Bobby wouldnât listen to, yet this woman was reciting it to him like a bedtime story?
Enna Clark raised her head embarrassedly and explained, âThe book you gave me is in English, which I canât read. The only non-English book I had in the hotel room was this one that I brought for Bobby.â
Baron Lawrence glanced at it and saw that the book she was holding was â80 Bedtime Fairy Tales Every 5-Year-Old Must Readâ. His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Seeing that he was about to lose his temper, Enna quickly spoke up, âAnyway, you just want to hear me talk, right? It doesnât matter what story I tell, right?â
âI donât want to hear this; pick another one!â Baron Lawrence demanded directly, not willing to argue with her, his handsome face strained.
ââ¦â Enna didnât know what to choose, and regardless, she could not understand pure English. So she simply took out her phone and started reading out news she found online.
The man who had previously glared at her finally slowly closed his eyes.
âAt 3 oâclock, oil prices in Yluria Country increasedâ¦â
Enna couldnât remember how many news stories she had read out. Thankfully, she had previous experience as a radio DJ, so reading news was her forte. Otherwise, her throat would have been hoarse, and she would have been dizzy after reading so much news.
The moonlight outside the window hung translucently on the tree branches. She had finished reading all the news stories from a whole web client, gradually lowering her volume as she sneaked glances at the man on the bed who appeared deep in meditation.
The moonlight shone on his handsome face; his tall and straight nose was carved like a sculpture, forming a golden profile on his face. His deep-set features were simply unreal, exuding a mysterious mixed-race charm.
âDisneyland Parkâs decisionâ¦â Enna started to lower her voice bit by bit.
The man on the bed was quiet, his eyes closed as if he were asleep. He didnât react, did not frown or open his eyes to complain that her voice was too low or that she was slacking off.
She whispered, âBaron Lawrenceâ¦â
The answer she received was the manâs steady breathing.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He seemed to have exhausted himself, his eyes closed, even in his dreams, the pain of his wound plagued him. This caused his facial musculature to tense up, betraying his discomfort.
Enna pursed her lips, sitting quietly by the bed. Watching his sleeping face, she felt an indescribable sadnessâ¦
She clenched her phone in her hand. Her bright and intelligent eyes didnât look like those that could be easily fooled.
Baron Lawrence had not told her how he got his injuries, but Enna had guessed. Considering his stature, even if they were currently in Yluria Country, not many could hurt him like this. Those who could inflict such serious injuries were even fewer. Considering what happened before he left the house, besides his grandfather that she had met before, she could not think of anyone else.
Were all his injuries because of her?
He had stood up to his grandfather for her sake, right? That must be why he was punished so severely, right?
Enna covered her mouth, feeling as if someone had punched her in the chest. She felt extremely suffocated and uncomfortable.
She sat quietly by the bed for a while, and then, as if mustering resolve, she suddenly stood up, grabbed Baron Lawrenceâs phone that was casually placed nearby, and quietly left the bedroom.
She didnât want him to fight alone anymore. Even knowing it was likely impossible, she still wanted to try and fight one more time!