Chapter 1779 - 1769: Lyle Westbrook Confesses
Lyle Westbrook gazed into her eyes, his angelic face full of earnestness, "I originally thought as long as she was happy, I could just watch her from afar and protect her. But now she’s single, I can finally tell her that I like her..."
His loving confession, both in expression and tone, was enough to move any girl’s heart.
But in Lyle Westbrook’s eyes, there was only the person in front of him. His rose-colored thin lips formed a smile that seemed like ice melting, an angel descending, "Enna, I like you."
Enna, I like you.
Enna, I like you.
Enna, I like you.
...
The voice by her ear amplified, echoing around her. Enna Clark abruptly widened her eyes and lifted her head.
Lyle Westbrook’s smile was affectionate and focused, so tender it could melt a person’s heart. In those clear peach blossom eyes was her reflection, her shocked expression and suddenly lifted face...
Lyle Westbrook’s rose-colored thin lips curled with a gentle smile. Suddenly, he knelt on one knee, took her hand, and looked up, his bright eyes impossible to ignore. With his lips barely moving, he said earnestly, "I know you don’t want to start a new relationship now. What I’m doing today is not to force you to give me an answer right away. I just want to show you my determination. Enna, I’m seriously pursuing you. Not jokingly, but like a man pursuing a woman. I want nothing except a chance. Can you give me that?"
Since Lyle Westbrook did not clear the space, there were still quite a few staff at the airport.
Of course, there were also some journalists disguised as staff mixed in.
Enna Clark didn’t see the paparazzi, only noticed the numerous staff present. She hesitated for a moment, remaining silent.