How could Enna Clark let him leave? Intuition told her that there was some misunderstanding between them. If she let Baron Lawrence go this time, she wouldn't see him for a long time at least.
She quickly moved to stand in front of him, spreading her arms, blocking his way, "Let's talk, but not about Wyndham Howell."
"Get out of the way!" Even if not talking about Wyndham Howell, he didn't want to talk about anything right now!
Enna gritted her teeth, blocking his way, her eyes pleading, and softly begged, "Baron Lawrence, give me ten minutes, no, even five minutes will do. Let's talk, please."
"..." Shit! Did this woman know she had beautiful eyes, so she deliberately made this expression, making it hard for him to refuse!
His forehead vein twitched, his lips pressed into a straight line, and although his face was ugly, he couldn't forcefully push her away.
Enna's heart was in her throat, she knew she was acting like a ruffian, desperately pestering him into a conversation.
