"Let's go, I'll give you everything else, but I'm keeping this one!" He finally managed to grab the snail, his thin lips curving into a smile, looking even happier than if he had landed a hundred-million-dollar deal.
Enna Clark didn't understand what he was so happy about. That snail was so ugly, with its exaggerated shape, looking ridiculous—it was the ugliest one among all the stuffed animals. He didn't choose any of the nice-looking ones, specifically picking the ugliest, seemingly afraid she would try to take it from him…
"Whatever, I didn't want it anyway," she said truthfully.
Baron Lawrence glanced at her, his thin lips touching briefly, "Even if you wanted it, I wouldn't give it to you!"
Without waiting for Enna to reply, he cheerfully held the snail, which didn't match his image at all, and said, "Let's go to the Ferris wheel; you love Ferris wheels the most. Today's a good day; I'll accompany you for a ride."
He reached out to take Enna's hand.
Enna dodged his hand.
