She glanced instinctively at the people in the grandstand area and immediately noticed the most eye-catching man. When she saw his not-so-pleasant face, her breath hitched for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, she rode her horse towards him...
Baron Lawrence's gaze remained firmly locked on the approaching woman. As she drew closer and closer, his heart felt like it was being suddenly gripped by a large hand, and his breathing ceased!
Shit!
He forcefully suppressed the urge to run towards her.
He stayed put.
Enna Clark!
Enna Clark!
Enna Clark!
The scenes from that night a year and a half ago played repeatedly in his mind. Over the past year or so, every sleepless night, he would recall what happened that night.
Every time he regretted and angrily blamed himself for being too careless, for not detecting her intentions from her unusually enthusiastic performance, and for foolishly giving her a chance to escape.
