Chapter 67

She quickly pushed him away, feeling embarrassed, "Alright, I've soaked enough. My legs are getting warm."

"It seems you've agreed to me?" Lawrence smiled lightly, his gaze like a deep net, as if she were a little fish that couldn't escape his pond.

Winnie was at a loss, her face blushing, looking at this towering man, her heartbeat chaotic.

Undeniably, she was starting to fall for him.

A man like him...

Elegant in appearance, unparalleled and mysterious, with a hint of nobility, he possesses a controlled yet wise dark side.

It's hard for any woman not to be moved by him, right? On numerous occasions, he has helped her through difficulties, his identity veiled but undeniably powerful.

The walls that Winnie had built within her heart began to crumble...

She turned around, unaware that her lips had slightly curled up, "Is everything alright now? Then I'll go."

Lawrence immediately swooped in and lifted her horizontally, "Shall we consider this our first date? Let me give you a massage."

Winnie gazed at his mature yet mischievous expression as he carried her into a Japanese-style suite.

Two masseurs were already waiting inside. Lawrence put Winnie down, knowing that she was pregnant and could only receive foot reflexology.

He relaxed onto the bed, while a male masseur worked on him.

Lawrence didn't speak anymore, probably exhausted. Every time he was by her side, he seemed to fall asleep quickly.

Winnie silently withdrew the masseur and approached him.

She gently moved him over, prompting the man to furrow his brows even more tightly. It seemed that he couldn't relax even when he was asleep.

Winnie instinctively wanted to caress his furrow to smooth it out, only for her hand to brush against his silver mask, causing her mind to jolt.

Now, being this close to him was indeed the best opportunity she had since she met him.

If she just unveiled it, she would get to see his mysterious face, she would finally know who he really was.

Winnie felt nervous, but without hesitation, she was about to find out if he was Lawrence or not.

She held her breath and removed his mask, revealing his well-defined brow and a handsome face, but it was completely different from Lawrence! He had a scar above his eye socket, which left Winnie momentarily stunned. It turned out that he was...unattractive.

"What are you doing?" His sudden cold voice was accompanied by him tightly grabbing her wrist, pressing her down onto the bed in an instant.

Upon realizing it was her, his pitch-black eyes became tinged with crimson, and only then did the unsettling alertness subside.

Winnie's hand was painful from being squeezed. "Lawrence..."

"It's dangerous for you to get close while I'm sleeping. Besides, did you get my permission?" His eyes were sharp and filled with anger, emanating an icy aura.

Winnie's face turned pale, afraid as she explained, "I just wanted to take a look at you..."

"What's there to see? I don't like being gazed at. This kind of impolite behavior won't happen again, do you understand?"

He sternly warned her, his aura frosty.

"Mhm..." Winnie felt wronged.

Lawrence let go of her and lay back down. His eyes resembled a frigid pool. So, he got angry because she frightened him with her temper?

Lawrence turned around and noticed the complicated look on the woman's face.

He almost chuckled and pulled her closer, softening his voice as he intentionally asked, "Hmm, so you're dissatisfied because of the scar?"

Winnie shook her head, that wasn't the reason. She just didn't expect that he wasn't Lawrence after all.

She couldn't figure out if she let out a sigh of relief or if she felt inexplicably disappointed.

"So, do you find me ugly?" he teased her.

Winnie was speechless, "I didn't even get a good look at you, but you're not as handsome as I imagined."

He behaved like a rascal, "Well, there's nothing I can do about that. You already agreed to give this relationship a try, so no returns allowed."

"Winnie raised her hips and thought about negotiating, 'Lawrence, since we're going to be in a trial marriage, don't you plan on revealing your true self to me without a mask? I have no knowledge of your name, identity, or occupation, and it makes me feel insecure...'"

She used her quick wit as a way of testing him.

Lawrence curled his lips, embracing her and placing her on his thigh.

In a deep and gentle voice, he whispered, "All those things are superficial. You'd better experience the real man in front of you, hmm?"

Winnie felt his wickedness, but it was hard to describe what she was feeling. Her face immediately turned red as she exclaimed, "Let me go!"

Lawrence indulgently held her, his delicate beauty making her appear even smaller.

He spoke deeply, "I'll give you a sense of security. I'll let you understand me. As for my identity, when the day comes that you fall in love with me, naturally you will know."

On the day she falls in love with him, she won't want to kill her lifelong enemy, and she won't abandon their child.

Lawrence helplessly curled his lips.

At that moment, his phone, which was placed next to the bed, rang. Winnie saw that it was a call from 'Darcy.'

After a few rings, Lawrence furrowed his brows and answered, "Darcy?"

Winnie didn't intend to eavesdrop, but Darcy's voice on the other end sounded panicked as she pleaded for help, "Mr. Rodriguez, can you come over? Mr. Brown has been very rude to me at the dinner party..."

While she didn't explicitly say it, Lawrence, who had been in control of the business for so long, had seen all sorts of situations.

He coldly asked, "Is it serious? Do you have any assistants with you?"

"My assistant has been intoxicated, Mr. Rodriguez. I didn't want to disturb you and Mrs. Rodriguez, but... ah!"

The call suddenly cut off.

Lawrence immediately got up, holding Winnie in his arms. He made a few calls to his secretary and bodyguards.

In the end, he still brought Winnie back to her room, and the man furrowed his brows, saying, "I'll go down and take a look. After all, the call came directly to me."

Winnie nodded. She should go and see too.

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Then I'll wait for you to come back."

Lawrence's eyes burned with intensity.

Winnie quickly clarified, "I'm just waiting for you to come back. We'll sleep separately!"

He nodded and left quickly.

However, he hadn't returned for three hours. The dinner party was at the Hot Spring Resort, so everything should have been taken care of, right?

Three and a half hours later, Lawrence returned.

Winnie was still awake, lying on the bed, lost in her thoughts.

"Why aren't you sleeping obediently?" Lawrence stood by the bed, his shirt clean but slightly wrinkled.

Sensing her gaze, he explained, "Darcy got injured, so I drove her to get checked and stayed with her until her assistant arrived. She urged me to come back, afraid that you would get angry, and she said women like this."

Lawrence handed her a drink with 'Suitable for pregnant women' written on it.

But Winnie just smiled and didn't take it.

Winnie thought it was nothing important either.

However, she still raised her lips playfully, teasingly tugging on Lawrence's tie, "Lawrence, Darcy should also be properly protected...

"Keep your distance, alright? I'm going to be your sweetheart from now on?" Lawrence paused, his voice low as he moved closer to the side of the bed.

"You want to be my sweetheart just because we suggested a trial marriage? Let me kiss you first?"

Winnie kicked him away with her foot from under the blanket and rolled over into the bed.

Lawrence, seeing that she didn't want to drink, threw the beverage into the trash.

This gesture was quite straightforward, but Winnie was very satisfied.

She thought it was a good idea. Although she had just met Darcy, a high-ranking female CEO like her being bullied at a drinking party and seeking help from her boss in the middle of the night somewhat showcased her presence...