"Of course not." Enna Clark knew his temper and immediately tried to soothe him, then added meaningfully, "I'm mainly worried that the house is too small, afraid that I can't take good care of President Lawrence."
She bit each character especially clear!
No matter how small, it was still rented with the hard-earned money she made every month!
Baron Lawrence might have low emotional intelligence, but he's certainly not stupid. He could easily detect Enna Clark's obvious hint for him to leave.
His eagle-like eyes suddenly darkened but then softened a little when they fell on the childish stuffed toys on the sofa. He lifted his chin and said naturally, "Adam Sinclair helped me re-examine my wound."
"..." Enna Clark waited for him to continue.
Baron Lawrence locked onto her eyes, word by word, "He said the newly torn wound is quite serious and needs someone to take care of me and help me apply medicine. You have applied the medicine well..."
