After she finished showering and changed into summer clothes to head out, it was an hour later.
Olivia Lewis had almost blown up her phone.
As soon as Enna Clark got downstairs, Olivia grabbed her and angrily whispered, almost bursting Enna's left ear.
"You! We've been waiting downstairs for you for half an hour. What were you doing up there? Didn't we agree to meet up after dropping off the luggage at the hotel? You're such a pain! Emma, in wartime, you'd definitely be the one to drop the ball at a crucial moment. The enemy would be ready to blow up the bunker, and you'd still be taking forever to deliver the bullets!"
"What were you doing up there? Don't tell me you were squeezing in some...you know, with Young Master Lawrence?"
If Young Master Lawrence finished in half an hour.
That half an hour also included foreplay and then Enna showering and changing clothes... that's quite... indescribable...
