"Show me." Baron Lawrence didn't hesitate; his rosy lips touched each other as his gaze locked onto her face. "Enna Clark, show me, and I'll believe you!"
"..." She had thought of millions of ways to prove it, but she hadn't expected this kind of proof.
How could she show him that she liked him?
Liking someone was a feeling, not an action. If it were like eating, and she could prove it by eating more, she wouldn't mind eating more to show him. But how could she show that she liked him?
Should she take her heart out and let him see if she liked him or not?
Enna took a deep breath. Even if she had the courage to take her heart out and prove that she liked him, the extracted heart would only show its beating, and it wouldn't show whether she liked him or not. So, even if she took her heart out, it wouldn't prove anything, right?
So how could she show him that she liked him?
Enna was truly stumped by his request.
