In the car.
The atmosphere was quickly getting so cold it could freeze.
The driver didn't dare to say a word.
Enna Clark looked at the man sitting next to her, his presence as cold as Siberia's air, unsure how to break the silence.
"Baron Lawrence, are you angry?" she tentatively asked.
All she got back was air so cold it nearly froze.
He indeed was angry! He was so furious he almost wanted to strangle her! So, before he could calm down, he didn't want to speak to her, afraid he couldn't control his rage and would lash out at her!
He knew that when she threatened him with a beer bottle shard, it was because she feared he would kill someone and get in trouble.
But no matter the reason, she shouldn't have risked her own safety to threaten him!
And damn it, she had actually managed to threaten him at that time!
The man's handsome face became frosted over again, his thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line.
