Scott Harris watched the two of them and quietly went out with the servant.

It’s better to let them have some time alone since Ms. Clark has been looking for Lord all night.

In the blink of an eye, the villa was left with only the two of them.

Enna Clark, physically and mentally exhausted, rubbed her aching temples. No sleep plus her period had nearly done her in.

But it’s good Baron Lawrence is back; it’s much better than not being able to find him at all.

After a whole night, Enna didn’t want to waste any more time with him.

There wasn’t much to the matter anyway; she didn’t want it to escalate into a quarrel or a cold war.

"Baron Lawrence."

The man playing on his phone on the sofa kept his eyes glued to it, as if he didn’t hear her speaking or notice her presence.

Yet the line of his thin lips tightened severely.

Enna Clark noticed his subtle change in expression, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.

He obviously heard, yet pretends he didn’t!

Baron Lawrence indeed heard it.

Though he kept warning himself to ignore the woman in front of him, he simply couldn’t manage!

Damn it, as long as Enna Clark approached, his blood would automatically boil, completely beyond his control!

His gaze was still fixed on the phone, but God knows where his mind had gone.

Even the match-3 game in his hand, he didn’t know what he was pressing!

At that moment.

The fresh natural honey locust scent of Enna Clark approached, followed by a slender fair finger sliding across his phone, her warm voice reaching his ears, "How do you clear this part? You forgot, or was it your trick that you taught me?"

With her swipe, sure enough, a small animal avatar in the shape of an L was cleared.

The phone’s speaker echoed, "very good!"

Baron Lawrence felt a sudden surge of irritation in his chest. He abruptly tossed the phone onto the sofa, stood up, and without acknowledging the person beside him, headed toward the bedroom.

Enna Clark silently followed behind him, tracking him into the bedroom.

Baron Lawrence entered the bedroom with one foot, and the next moment he noticed her.

Tightening his lips, he furrowed his brows and turned around silently, with a sullen face, heading back to the living room.

Enna Clark followed him out of the bedroom, watching as he returned to the sofa, as if nothing had happened, with a gentle smile she asked, "Would you like some coffee? I’ll make you a cup."

"..."

Baron Lawrence acted as if he hadn’t heard, restlessly picking up the phone he had casually tossed away, continuing his play.

He ignored her, but Enna Clark didn’t feel awkward. She leaned over, glanced at it, and said, "Baron Lawrence, your phone is almost out of battery. Shall I get the charger for you?"

"..."

This woman!

With a cold expression, the man who exuded an aura of being unapproachable gripped his phone tightly, as if he meant to crush it!

Enna Clark took his silence as agreement, prepared a cup of coffee for him, and then fetched the charger from the room, placing it on the table.

"I’ve put the charger on the table. Would you like me to plug it in for you?"

"..." Baron Lawrence’s thin lips almost pressed into a straight line, trying hard to restrain himself.

Regardless of his cold demeanor, Enna Clark automatically assumed his consent. She walked over, snatched his phone, connected the charger, then handed it back, plugging the cord into the charging socket on the side. Then she returned, naturally asking, "Can you check if it’s charging?"