Enna felt a sting on the corner of her lips, stifling a whimper.
She could see that he was jealous, and that his overbearing, controlling nature was acting up again!
It was necessary for her to clarify the situation so he wouldn't keep dwelling on the matter. "Baron Lawrence, it was just a coincidence that I bumped into the Duke you mentioned twice. We haven't even exchanged names; don't think too much about it."
Her clear eyes only conveyed honesty.
Baron stared at her for a few moments, then suddenly let go of her hand. "I never said I didn't trust you..."
...He actually hadn't trusted her.
Enna thought to herself but didn't say anything.
"Enna, tidy up your desk. We're leaving immediately." Baron Lawrence set aside the matter of the Duke of Habsden, and his aristocratic demeanor returned. He commanded with ease, but as if he remembered something, he frowned, "Never mind, let my secretary do it."
