Baron Lawrence's strides were wide, and with his long legs, he quickly left several bodyguards behind.
Shit! What is that woman doing crouching in the garden late at night instead of sleeping? Can't she tell that the weather is bad and it's about to rain?
Just because he hadn't seen her during the day, she had to make such a fuss!
Baron Lawrence's handsome face turned livid, and his brows furrowed tightly at the thought of the thin clothes the little woman he had just seen from a distance was wearing, his presence becoming terrifyingly cold.
Enna Clark didn't realize she had been discovered. She planned to release all the thousand paper cranes before going up to tell Baron Lawrence to have a look.
She never expected that she had only released half of them when her wrist was suddenly seized from behind, pulling her to her feet. Then, a low growl resounded in her ear, "Enna Clark, are you not cold, or do you not feel the cold?"