"President Lawrence, President Lawrence," the receptionist, reacting much faster than Enna Clark, blushed and looked at the man walking towards her with an adoring gaze that gave her the appearance of a nervous female protagonist.
However, the Apollo-like man didn't even glance her way, brushing past her and walking straight up to Enna Clark, grasping her wrist with a strong, domineering anger, "Where did you go earlier?"
Enna was startled by his flurry of actions, and when he came close and questioned her, her mind went blank.
Earlier? What earlier?
And, wasn't he under temporary hypnosis? Hadn't he forgotten her? By her calculation, they had just met yesterday, didn't they? Baron Lawrence's reaction made her feel like it was back to when they first met, that dominating presence, the incredibly strong sense of possession.
It was as if he already had feelings for her!
Enna was shocked by the thought that had just popped into her head.
