She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Once she was sure her emotions were under control, she continued looking into the man's eyes and said, "Are you really planning to compete with Baron Lawrence for someone?"
What was he thinking?
Was it worth it?
"That's my business," Lyle Westbrook turned away his eyes, avoiding her questioning gaze, and said indifferently.
Emilia Goldsmith felt wounded by his 'my business' as if she were bleeding profusely. It took all her strength to restrain herself, her lips bitter as she forced a smile, "Why should I help you? I like you, but you like someone else. Now you're asking for my help with the very person who could be considered my rival - why should I do it?"
Why should she?
Why should she offer help?
