Enna Clark met his gaze.
How could such a man be a scumbag who values sons over daughters, even going so far as to willingly dispose of his own natural-born daughter?
She raised her eyebrows, revealing a smile. "I know."
"If you know, then don't look so unhappy! And don't let your eyes be so dim! Especially don't force out a smile uglier than crying when you're upset!" He was simply being unreasonable!
Enna had just begun to feel some gratitude, but now it was ruined. "So what kind of expression should I have when I'm unhappy? A blank one?"
Baron Lawrence imagined her with a blank expression, and he seemed to dislike it even more. He frowned, pressed his thin lips against her earlobe, and his hot breath brushed her ear. "Enna Clark, I like the look on your face when you're in bed, lost in pleasure..."
Boom.
Enna's ears instantly burned, and she shoved him away, annoyed. "Who would have that kind of expression for no reason?" It's not like they were always on an aphrodisiac.
