Enna Clark had never heard someone speak of holding hands in such a simple and rough manner before.
Her left hand was firmly held, the warmth from his palm continuously transmitted through her skin, as if it traveled all the way to her heart.
A slight smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and she firmly grasped his hand, keeping pace with his stride.
Baron Lawrence had long legs and a tall stature, and one of his steps was equivalent to two of hers. She wasn't sure if he had intentionally slowed down, but this time Enna didn't struggle to keep up, as she could follow at her normal walking speed.
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They eventually walked back to the villa.
After washing her hands, Enna began preparing the meal.
The first thing to make was certainly porridge, because it took the longest to cook.
She took out the pressure cooker, washed the rice, added water, and started cooking. Then, it was time to clean the Turbot fish.
