Chapter 1719 - 1709: Bandit Logic
"..." These are two completely different things.
She had no choice but to care about Lyle Westbrook’s heart, but the "no choice" coming from his mouth was not the same thing at all.
Enna Clark opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the domineering, stubborn person had already seized the moment, "He got hurt for you? How do you know he got hurt for you? Did you overhear it at the staircase again? Do you really believe he got hurt? He plays the hero to save you, so you plan to offer yourself to him as gratitude?"
Enna Clark furrowed her brows, angrily snarling, "Baron Lawrence!"
Not only did she fail to stop the obstinate, frenzied man, but her wrist, held tightly by him, was gripped so harshly that the pain made her face turn pale.
"Enna Clark, if you dare offer yourself to him! You better not let me catch any hint that you treat him differently, or I will definitely not let him go!" His dark hawk-like eyes were fierce, each word tinged with bloodlust, more than just a simple threat.
Enna Clark looked at him, incredulous at his unreasonable behavior, unwilling to continue the conversation. She endured and pulled her hand away, "Let go of me!"
"..." Baron Lawrence gripped her wrist tightly, refusing to let go.