Enna Clark’s wrist ached from his grip, and she took a sharp breath, saying, "There’s nothing wrong with my heart, you’ve misunderstood."
"If it’s not your heart, why did you get a heart specialist to co over?" Baron Lawrence’s face still looked displeased, clamping tightly onto her wrist with a force that almost crushed Enna Clark’s hand bones. "Do you have heart disease? Or a terminal illness?"
"..."
Baron Lawrence’s breath nearly stopped, his face turning grim as he tightened his grip on her wrist, growling lowly, "Is it?"
Enna Clark was pulled by him, staggering a bit, and said helplessly, "You’ve watched too many Korean dramas. It’s not that easy to get heart disease. I’m very healthy, not even a cold, let alone a terminal illness."
Does he think he can just get a terminal illness like buying cabbage at the wet market?
"Then why did you need a heart specialist?" Baron Lawrence was persistent on this question, with a stance of getting to the bottom of it.
Enna Clark’s wrist bone was held so tightly that she could hear the crackling of bones. If she didn’t speak, her hand bones might break from his grip. She truthfully said, "I found one for Lyle Westbrook."
The agitated man seed to freeze suddenly.
"I unintentionally heard that his heart isn’t doing great. Coincidentally, there are a few heart specialists on my Grandma’s side, so I thought I’d get them to co help and take a look..." She spoke slowly, all the while observing the reaction of the tall, stern man.
As expected, Baron Lawrence’s face grew increasingly unpleasant, his thin, sharp lips touched, yet he still firmly gripped her hand, parroting her words, "Unintentionally heard... Who did you hear from? Where did you hear it?"
Lyle Westbrook had just arrived, when did Enna Clark ever spend ti alone with him? Why wasn’t he aware?
It felt like there was a stone pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe. He knew Enna Clark definitely couldn’t have anything with Lyle, but his heart was compressed fiercely, like having a terminal illness, nearly unable to breathe.
Lyle Westbrook...
He always knew, Lyle Westbrook still had feelings for Enna Clark as a man.
Moreover, Lyle Westbrook isn’t Kingston Howard; to him, Lyle Westbrook was like a leopard lurking in the shadows.
Always waiting, ready to snatch Enna Clark away ruthlessly if given the chance.
Lyle Westbrook was different from people like Kingston Howard; he was deeply thoughtful, clearly still liked Enna Clark, yet never directly told this woman. Precisely because he never said it, but silently guarded by her side like a protector, making Enna Clark feel like she owed him...
Continuously subtly influencing Enna Clark with kindness.
If there were any cracks in their relationship, he believed that Lyle Westbrook would definitely seize the opportunity to open Enna Clark’s heart.
He knew! Clearly knew Lyle Westbrook was a leopard lurking in the darkness!
In his past character, he would never have shown rcy, dealing with the danger before anything happened.
But now it was impossible...
Lyle Westbrook had helped Gigi several tis and even saved this woman. If he really acted against Lyle, and if Enna Clark found out, she would definitely fall out with him.
Baron Lawrence’s breath hitched.
A surge of unprecedented irritation rose in his chest.
The kind of agitation knowing a man nearby was eyeing his possession but being unable to crush that person made him furrow his brows—
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