She immediately sat up a bit, opened her mouth, and called out to the man who had just lifted the covers to get into bed, "Baron Lawrence, I..."
Before she could finish speaking,
she was interrupted.
"It's late, let's sleep."
"I have something..." I want to say to you.
The remaining words were still stuck in her throat as he turned off the bedroom light.
The entire room was suddenly plunged into darkness.
Enna Clark couldn't see his expression clearly for a moment, but from his voice, it was still low and hoarse, "Sleep."
His tone was as calm as it could be.
But this kind of calm was clearly not the way he normally would be.
Enna Clark even wondered if she had a masochistic streak. Obviously, he was calmer than usual, yet she felt very uneasy with this.
The more Baron Lawrence acted like this, the more Enna felt like she was being fried in a pan of oil, suffering.
