Seeing the burning flames in Baron Lawrence's eyes finally cooling down, Enna Clark put her tense heart at ease. Not daring to tell him to leave any longer, she stood there awkwardly with the clothes in her hands, not knowing how to change.
How was she supposed to change?
She couldn't possibly strip naked and change clothes in front of him, could she?
But if she didn't undress, she couldn't put them on either.
The cold and stern man seemed not to notice her awkwardness, nonchalantly lifting his shirt, revealing the bandages on his waist and his beautiful abdominal muscles before removing it. Then his left hand fell on the zipper of his pants...
The fitting room was tiny, and in such a cramped space, it was hard for Enna not to notice the man in front of her. Her eyes uncontrollably landed on his beautiful abs, and as if committing a crime, hastily looked elsewhere.
Just as she had averted her gaze, her chin was clamped by someone, forcibly turning her head back.