Chapter 1792 - 1782: Misinterpreting His Intentions
It’s coming...
Baron Lawrence had anticipated this question, his thin lips pressed down, and a flicker of agitation flashed in his eyes. But he masked it well, saying expressionlessly, "There was a bit of a dispute."
He thought he had disguised it well, but his facade was hardly convincing in front of the shrewd Old Master Lawrence. The Old Master had already guessed the severity of the matter from the whiteness of his knuckles.
He narrowed his sharp eyes, as if pondering something, and said, "Up until now, I still don’t think she suits you..."
Just as he started to speak, the man with tightly pressed thin lips forcibly interrupted him, "It’s enough that I think she suits me! I think she’s perfect!"
The housekeeper’s eyebrows twitched, particularly afraid that the two would argue again.
It’s important to know that the Old Lord’s body still hasn’t recovered, and experts have said that he needs to relax and rest for a while.
A few days ago, the Second Young Master had already hurt the Old Lord’s heart because of Ms. Skye.
If the Young Master has another dispute with the Old Lord because of Ms. Clark, the Old Lord’s health might not be able to bear it.
Unexpectedly, Old Master Lawrence did not get angry. He merely gave him a meaningful look and said calmly, "What you think doesn’t matter; a relationship needs the mutual consent of two people. You may think she’s suitable, but Ms. Clark may not think you are."
"..." Baron Lawrence’s jaw tightened at his sharp words, his thin lips forming a straight line.
Enna Clark... does she still think he’s suitable?