Baron Lawrence would not let her pull her hand away. His abdomen was tense, his eyes fixed on Enna Clark, his thin lips touched slightly, "It has nothing to do with that Ms. Winters I mentioned; I'll have Scott Harris throw her out later. Enna, I've told you already, I'm mysophobic. I won't touch other women besides you. What else are you unsatisfied with?"
It wasn't dissatisfaction, but rather knowing what it means to like him - it meant that she had to take a huge gamble, betting her heart!
She could lose anything but her heart.
Knowing that she couldn't afford to lose, yet still wanting to like someone she was destined to lose, required immense courage that he couldn't understand.
But...
She truly didn't want to keep retreating and deliberately ignoring her heart's surging emotions.
Enna took a deep breath, her eyes determined, and whispered, "First, let go of my hand."
