Enna Clark watched as the three of them disappeared into the entrance hall. Before she could turn around, her wrist was seized.
"Enna Clark, do you really intend to fulfill the promise you made to the Old Man?" His voice was hoarse and gravelly, as if he had been holding the words in for a very long time.
One month…
Not an hour, not a day…
But an entire month!
She would be away from him for that long!
The mere thought made his heart clench as if starved of oxygen. It felt as though his heart was being squeezed by something, causing an unbearable sense of suffocation.
Discontent was written all over his handsome, sharp face, and his obsidian-like eagle eyes were filled with extreme displeasure, as dark as a deep well.
"You're actually moving out?"
Enna felt the grip on her wrist tighten. She pursed her lips and her clear eyes sparkled as she said, "I promised Grandpa I would agree to this condition."
