He remembered that last night he might have said something to her.
His head ached terribly, yet he couldn't recall what he had said to Enna Clark.
Damn it!
What had he said to her?
Baron Lawrence's brows were so furrowed they could almost kill a fly, but he just couldn't remember.
Seeing him gripping her wrist and remaining silent, with a frown on his face that indicated discomfort, Enna pulled away from his hand and said, "I'll go get a glass of water."
As she spoke, she got up, fetched a glass of water, and handed it over, "Drink some water."
Baron Lawrence stared at the glass in front of him. The image of her returning home with Lyle Westbrook last night flashed through his mind again, and a wave of inexplicable irritation surged up. He tightened his face, reached out, and took the glass.
In his hands, the glass conveyed a warm temperature.
Warm water?
A glimmer of surprise flashed in his hawk-like eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He held the glass and took a sip.
