Enna Clark spent the entire day pondering over the matter.
Because her mind was preoccupied, she couldn't help but drift off several times.
Baron Lawrence counted silently in his heart the number of times she drifted off, and when he reached the fourth time, he could no longer restrain himself. His eyes ignited with intense fury, forcibly turning her face towards him—
Enna Clark, suddenly having her face turned towards someone, was stunned for a moment before asking, "What's wrong?"
Damn it, she even asked what was wrong! Baron Lawrence, with a face ashen, glared into her eyes as if trying to bore a hole through them, "What do you say?"
"Me?" She shook her head blankly, "I don't know."
"Of course, you don't know!" Because from beginning to end, her mind wasn't present; she kept spacing out and daydreaming. When he talked to her, she didn't even listen!
Baron Lawrence felt the urge to strangle her, his handsome face tense and filled with displeasure.
