Baron Lawrence had already lain down, half propped up on the luxurious KING-SIZE bed, holding a book in his hand.
Seeing her come out, he raised an eyebrow and imperiously lifted the blanket beside him, patting the Sealy mattress, "Enna Clark, come here."
That tone couldn't have been more like a Young Master summoning his little maid to warm his bed.
Enna Clark had grown accustomed to the tone of his voice. She walked over and naturally lay down beside him.
She had barely lain down when her waist was firmly grasped, and she was forcefully pulled over—
A book was thrust into her hands from above, and the man's low and domineering voice came from overhead, "Read the book to me."
He wanted to hear her voice!
Enna Clark, nursing a headache, picked up the thick book on investment and management, opened it to where he had left off, and was just about to start reading.