BXBX NOVEL Chapter 290: 290: Help You Bathe
Chapter 290: 290: Help You Bathe
Feeling frustrated, Scott stepped on the gas pedal, and the Lincoln Stretch Limousine sped towards Capital City’s villa area— Swiftly.
The car stopped in front of a single villa.
Enna was tired from crying. The negative emotions that had been weighing her down for the past few days seemed to have dissipated after that fit of sobbing. Only then did she realize that she was still sitting on Baron Lawrence’s lap, snuggling into his embrace. She finally found it embarrassing.
With a hoarse voice, she said, “Baron Lawrence, I can get off and walk by myself. ”
As soon as she spoke, even Enna was startled by her own hoarse and unpleasant voice.
But Baron Lawrence acted as if he hadn’t heard her, picking her up and
carrying her out of the car.
He strode into the villa and placed her on the large bed in the bedroom on the second floor.
“Scott, go prepare two sets of women’s clothes.”
“Yes.”
Scott withdrew quietly.
Baron Lawrence opened the cloakroom and found a shirt among a row of shirts, handing it to her, “Go take a hot bath first.”
“Okay.”
Enna also felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she didn’t hesitate to accept the shirt from Baron Lawrence and got up to head for the bathroom.
Baron Lawrence’s bathroom was even larger than her whole house, and the washroom alone was as big as her bedroom, not to mention the separate changing area and robe-hanging section in his bathroom. Enna examined herself in the full-length mirror.
Such a mess!
With disheveled hair, swollen eyes, and even a bitten lip. Her crying had left her face red and white blotches, like an actor on a theatre stage. Her clothes were also in disarray, dried and worn like pickled vegetables… it was a terrible sight.
She didn’t know how Baron Lawrence could have kissed her like this earlier.
Enna, unconsciously, rubbed her fingertip over the corner of her mouth, then shook her head to shake away the burning image of their kiss. Turning on the faucet, she washed her face first.
After washing her face, she felt much more refreshed. She started undressing, getting ready for a bath.
Right at that moment.
The bathroom door suddenly opened.
A tall man barged in.
Enna was left in her underwear. Her first instinct was to cover her chest and scream in panic, “Baron Lawrence, what are you doing in here?”
“Helping you bathe,” he said naturally, his determined gaze on Enna’s body somewhat undermined the righteousness in his words.
Enna’s entire body felt like it was burning under his scorching gaze, her face turning red. She forcefully pushed him out, “I can wash myself, I don’t need your help… get out…’
As soon as Baron Lawrence left, she immediately slammed the bathroom door shut.
Not quite trusting the situation, she didn’t forget to lock the door from the inside.
Didn’t this silly woman know this was his house? Did she think locking the door would help? Baron Lawrence raised an eyebrow, glanced at the key inserted into the lock on the bathroom door, hooked the corner of his lips, and walked away from the bathroom door with his hands shoved in his pockets.
After a while, Enna came out of the shower.
She nervously pulled the men’s shirts on her body, her legs pressed together, delicate toes curling tight due to anxiety.
Baron Lawrence’s eyes were as greedy as a wolf’s, his Adam’s apple rolling with restraint. Staring at her without blinking, he patted the bed beside him, commanding Enna, “Come here..”