Enna Clark's back was soaked in cold sweat. Under the imposing aura of the man, her legs were shaking instinctively, and it was by sheer tenacity alone that she could barely stand there.
Her tone softened, coaxing, "Baron Lawrence, we were a mistake from the beginning. Why do you want to continue this mistake? You are an heir to the financial empire and admired by millions as a commander. There are countless women who like you as if you were a prized catch. What kind of woman do you not have? Why must you force someone who doesn't even like you?"
"All these women like me, why don't you?" Baron Lawrence advanced on her, demanding, "Is it because I am forcing you? I've said, if you don't want to, I won't touch you."
Enna Clark didn't know how to answer his question.
