"What did you say? I dare you to say it again!"
Enna felt like she was in an ice cellar, knowing very well what could happen next. But it took all her courage to come this far, and she didn't want to give up halfway. She took another deep breath, gathered her courage, and repeated her words while looking into his eyes.
"I don't like you."
Not liking...
Baron Lawrence was angered to the point of laughter, clenching his fists so tightly that he managed to restrain himself from pinning her to the ground and making her admit her love.
His sexy, thin lips pressed into a straight line as his hawk-like eyes unblinkingly locked onto the woman in front of him, who seemed like a forbidden temptress. Even though his eyes were filled with a storm, the corners of his mouth raised, a terrifyingly tender smile, "You think I'll believe you? You've always been a woman who says one thing and means another. Your words aren't worth trusting."
How could Enna not like him?
