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Chapter 211 - 211: 211: Drink it, and Then Accompany Me to Sleep

Enna Clark’s ears were burning, and she glared at him before pushing him away, panting, “You…rascal!”

“I’m just expressing my thoughts honestly. What’s so rascally about it?” He stood up proudly, his aristocratic eyes challenging her, and said naturally, “Humans and animals are the same; love and sex complement each other. I like you, so I want to sleep with you. I only want to sleep with you, so I like you.” “…” She decided not to continue discussing this issue with him.

She changed the subject, “You didn’t ask me to come up here just to tell me this, did you?”

“Of course not.” Seeing the red-faced young woman in front of him, he knew he couldn’t go any further. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to control himself, or she would be frightened! He restrained himself, clenched his jaw, and relaxed his arms. Then, as if wanting to breathe fresh air, he walked back to his leather swivel chair and threw something from the table toward Enna Clark, “Here.”

‘What’s this?” Enna caught the item and looked down to find he had given her a box of milk. She raised her head in confusion, looking at him.

“Drink it, then sleep with me.” There was no intention of negotiating.

The next second, frowning as if to explain, he said, “Adam Sinclair said a glass of milk before bed helps you sleep.”

Enna couldn’t help laughing and reminded him as she held the milk, “It’s only nine-thirty in the morning, and I’ve been up less than two hours. Even if I drank milk or took medicine, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.”

“I didn’t sleep last night.”

He didn’t sleep last night?

Enna was surprised and opened her mouth.

Baron Lawrence had long been used to not sleeping through entire nights. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned a button. Swallowing, he urged her, “Hurry up and drink, then sleep with me for a while. ”

“…Oh.” Enna didn’t argue this time, inserted the straw, and started sipping the milk. Soon, the milk was gone.

Baron Lawrence went to take a shower, and by the time he came back, Enna had finished drinking.

He dried his hands, rubbed his hair, and draped a loose bathrobe over his body.

He opened the door to the President’s office lounge and beckoned to Enna,

“Come in.”

Enna awkwardly followed him into the room, only to find it was like another world.

It wasn’t a lounge at all, but a luxury suite complete with a bathroom, bedroom, and living room. Though not very spacious, it was lavishly and comfortably furnished, even better than the five-star hotel outside.

“Here.”

Baron Lawrence threw a set of women’s pajamas at her. Enna placed them aside, explaining, “I won’t change clothes, I will sleep in this.”

Baron Lawrence glanced at her and seemed to agree. He pulled back the covers, laid down, and patted the spot beside him, “Come up.”

It wasn’t their first time sleeping together, so Enna nonchalantly lay down beside him.

Before she could settle in, a book landed in front of her, and the man beside her spoke tiredly, “Enna, read it to me.”

Read a book?

She didn’t understand why Baron Lawrence wanted her to read, but seeing the shadows in his eyes, her heart felt a prick. Without asking further, she picked up the obscure book and asked, “Where should I start reading?”

“Anywhere, as long as you read.” Baron Lawrence’s hand rested on her waist, and his eyes were already closed..