Baron Lawrence's eyes were so serious, they appeared to be on the verge of overflowing with water. He didn't listen to her words at all, his large hand easily catching her defensive hands, one was enough to pin both her wrists. He roughly pulled her hands up, pressing them above her head. His deep black pupils seemed to reach an unfathomable depth as his gaze loomed over her, each word clearly enunciated, "Do you not want to do it, or do you not want me?!"
— Is it that you don't want to do it, or you don't want me!
His hawk-like eyes were bloodshot, it was evident he had been holding back for a long time before this moment of complete eruption.
"..." Enna Clark was left speechless.
Her silence was undoubtedly the fuse that lit catastrophe!
