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Chapter 461: 461: Found the Same Perfume Scent on the Shirt Again

“A wax figure? Isn’t that a bit too much?” Enna Clark stared wide-eyed and speechless, wondering how his thought process was so different from ordinary people that he’d think of making her a wax figure.

“What’s so exaggerated? This way, I can keep you with me anytime, anywhere.” Baron Lawrence was not satisfied with her reaction, so he bit her lip again.

Enna Clark hissed in pain and couldn’t help but retort, “Then, you might as well make an inflatable doll, which is even more portable and convenient.”

An inflatable doll? Baron Lawrence actually started to consider the feasibility, narrowed his hawkish eyes, and agreed with her suggestion, “That makes sense. I’ll ask Scott Harris to find someone to make an inflatable doll based on your proportions. It’ll be useful during your period when it’s inconvenient.”

Enna Clark, “…”

Is it too late for her to give herself two slaps on the face?

With a great suggestion acquired, Baron Lawrence happily hugged and kissed Enna Clark, his demeanor like well-fed lions, licking and rubbing against their prey, lazily seeking the right opportunity to strike.

Enna Clark shuddered, not wanting to waste all of her precious time in bed with him. She immediately broke free from his grip and sat up, “I promised Darling that I’d go strawberry picking with him, so I’ll go check on him.”

Her evasive appearance made it clear that she wanted to escape.

Baron Lawrence was in a good mood, so he didn’t pull her back. He propped up his head and followed her movements with his eyes…

Enna Clark went to wash her face and found his shirt casually thrown on the sofa before he took a bath had fallen to the floor. She habitually bent down to pick it up, intending to put it back on the sofa.

Suddenly, she smelled that familiar perfume…

Enna Clark paused in her actions, frowning.

She had smelled this perfume before on his shirt on the night of his birthday.

At that time, he was in Linton City, and he claimed he had social engagements during the day. She didn’t think much about it, figuring he must have brushed against some woman’s perfume.

However, the shirt she was holding now was worn by him in Country W.

What were the chances that he encountered a woman in Country W wearing the same perfume?

A common perfume might be possible, but this perfume was a limited edition, rarely used. The fact that the same, uncommon, women’s perfume appeared on his shirts in two different places and occasions couldn’t be a coincidence. Even with an open mind, Enna Clark couldn’t help but find something off about it.

As she was lost in thought, a hot arm encircled her waist from behind and held her, “What are you daydreaming about?”

Enna Clark looked back and said with clear, bright eyes, “I’m thinking about whether I should wash this shirt for you.”

Only then did Baron Lawrence notice the shirt in her hand. A trace of annoyance and gloom flickered in his eyes, and he said coldly, “No need to wash it. Just throw it away!”

“You’ve only worn this shirt once, right? It’s a pity to throw it away. Let me clean it for you…”

Before she could finish, Baron Lawrence forcefully snatched the shirt and threw it into the nearby trash can, “I have plenty of shirts. I don’t like this one.”

Enna Clark looked at the white shirt lying in the trash can and tightened her lips.

This shirt’s style was the simple design he usually preferred, and even the brand was one of the few he liked.

Yet, he said he didn’t like it.

If earlier on, she had been just a little bit suspicious, now her suspicion had tripled.

What exactly was Baron Lawrence hiding from her? And to whom did the perfume scent belong?