Enna Clark hadn't even agreed to his demand, but he forcefully dragged her into the bedroom. He lifted her by the waist and tucked her into the soft quilt.
Soon after, the large bed beside her sank a bit. A body with a cold, sandalwood scent lay next to her, and with a long arm, he pulled her into his embrace.
The island was summer all year round; it would be strange for two people so close together not to feel hot.
She couldn't help but squirm and protest, "It's hot..."
"Try moving again!" A low, gritted voice.
Enna Clark clearly felt the arm around her waist tighten, and she immediately dared not move.
Baron Lawrence waited until he calmed down a bit, then casually turned on the central air conditioning.
This villa was equipped with top-notch facilities, of course, it had air conditioning.
Enna Clark heard the beeping sounds of the air conditioning temperature adjustment and was speechless.
