"Ms. Clark is really too modest; your riding skills are far from bad, and the person who just lost must be crying. I'd like to find time to learn from Ms. Clark, if you'd be willing to give me the chance?" Nathan Harris tried to seize the opportunity.
"If there's time, of course." Enna Clark withdrew her hand and deftly threw the invitation back.
In other words, don't bother if there's no time.
Nathan Harris, the gentleman, smiled, "Alright, I'll arrange a time with Ms. Clark."
Enna Clark neither agreed nor disagreed, and changed the subject, "President Lewis, President Jordan, Young Master Harris..."
She paused, "President Lawrence, sorry for keeping you waiting. Let's go in and have dinner."
She had finished speaking, yet Baron Lawrence still hadn't let go of her hand.
Others couldn't help but shift their gaze to the clasped hands of the two.
What's going on with Young Master Lawrence?
Why is he reacting so strangely today?
