As soon as Emilia Goldsmith left, Bauhinia Garden suddenly became quiet.
Baron Lawrence approached her, trapping her between the sofa and his chest, and commanded her from above, "Enna Clark, say it again."
"What should I say?"
The unique scent of sandalwood on him assaulted her senses, as scorching hot as him.
Enna couldn't help but feel her heart race.
"Repeat what you just said in front of them." His voice was hoarse and sexy.
Just now?
Enna wasn't foolish and immediately understood which sentence he wanted to hear. Suppressing her shyness, she repeated, "Baron Lawrence, if you can try hard for my sake, I can try hard for yours, too. This one?"
She could try hard for him too...