Scott Harris walked in and saw this scene: Lord Baron, who had always been aloof since childhood, was crouching by Ms. Clark's bedside, focused on gently massaging the bruise on her wrist.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the man's handsome profile, as if casting a glow upon his features.
Scott couldn't help but be shaken!
Lord Baron could actually go to such lengths for Ms. Clark...
Although Lord Baron had a bad temper, one could truly sense his affection for Ms. Clark.
Just as he was astonished, the man crouching on the floor had already stood up. He regained his usual arrogant noble demeanor, "Who let you in?"
"Sorry, Lord Baron." Scott immediately admitted his mistake, placing his hands respectfully in front of him, "President Lawrence has called again to urge us. Lord, shall we depart now?"
The Old Man is awake; why is he in such a hurry?!
