He naturally pulled Enna Clark's hand towards him and said, "You're going to get your period next week, so don't drink cold water this week."
"How do you know?" Enna Clark looked at him in surprise.
Baron Lawrence dominantly placed her hand in his palm, interlocking their fingers tightly. After holding onto it firmly, a sense of satisfaction filled his chest. He raised an eyebrow and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Why wouldn't I know? I need to know everything about you. You belong to me!"
He curled his rosy thin lips, feeling much better, and added, "Enna Clark, I'm yours too..."
—I need to know everything about you. You belong to me!
—Enna Clark, I'm yours too.
Such a cheesy line coming from him somehow seemed exceptionally charming.
Sweet but not overwhelming, just like honey water, sweetly soaking through the heart.
Enna Clark lowered her eyelids, hesitated, and still bit her lip and said, "Baron Lawrence, that..."
