"Baron Lawrence?" she called out softly.
She had thought it wouldn't be so easy to wake him up, but to her surprise, the next second her wrist was seized, and she was pulled forward into the arms of the sleeping man.
Soon after, the man with closed eyes opened them.
His slender, hawk-like eyes were even more captivating than when closed, dark as obsidian, seemingly bottomless, like a vortex that could drown a person within!
"Morning," he said with a voice still heavy from sleep, gravelly in texture.
With only 0.01 meters separating Enna Clark and him, when he spoke, his breath fanned over her face, the ambiguity of it indescribable.
At such close quarters, it was hard for one's heartbeat not to quicken.
"…Morning."
Enna Clark steadied her mind, remembering something important.
"Right, Baron Lawrence, didn't you say you were going to the hospital today? It's about time to get up."
Visiting the hospital in the morning was best, as the afternoons could be crowded.
