Baron Lawrence stared deeply into her eyes, speaking slowly, "Enna Clark, you should know, if I wanted to, I could completely threaten you with our son. Not let you negotiate terms with me."
"..." Her spine tensed, standing utterly rigid. Stubbornly, she didn't relent.
Of course, she knew that as long as he was willing, he had a myriad of ways to make her submit.
But he didn't do that, did he?
As expected...
"I agree." Baron Lawrence paused, "But remember what you said. You said you'd try to accept me, so you can't resist me anymore! If I find out you're lying to me, I won't forgive you!"
Enna's heart was finally at ease, her smile brighter, her tone more relaxed than ever before, "Alright."
"Now that you've had your say, isn't it time for you to deal with this."
"What do you mean?"
Baron Lawrence told her what he meant through his actions.
"Mm ... uh ..."
