He didn’t want to say it, and Enna Clark didn’t press him, rely acknowledging with a hum. She saw him off, watching him get into the car before she returned to the villa.
Inside the car.
Lyle Westbrook sat in the backseat. The driver turned his head and noticed the injury on his face, taken aback, "Young Master Lyle, your face..."
Lyle Westbrook reached a hand to wipe the scar on his cheek. His face, as beautiful as an angel’s, was cold as frost, making it impossible to decipher what he was thinking.
"Don’t worry about it; it’s nothing serious!"
"Yes, Young Master Lyle." No matter how concerned the driver was, he didn’t dare to ask further as Lyle had spoken, "Young Master Lyle, are we going to...?"
"Back to the hotel."
Since he had already made up his mind, he had to clear the obstacles ahead.
No matter the eventual outco, he didn’t want the woman he liked to suffer the slightest grievance.
Therefore, he had to make a call to W country and Y country.
Without resolving both sides first, he couldn’t open up to Enna Clark.
"Yes, Young Master Lyle."
The car calmly headed towards the largest hotel in Pacifica...
*
Inside the villa.
Scott Harris, who had chased out, soon ca back, but he returned alone.
Although Enna Clark had long expected this outco, her eyes dimd slightly upon seeing him return alone.
Scott Harris, who had accompanied her in the search all night and saw the reason why Ms. Clark finally lost her temper, hesitated, unsure how to speak to her when he saw her pale face.
"Ms. Clark..."
"Baron Lawrence hasn’t co back, has he?"
"Lord is in a temper and wants to walk alone. Once he calms down, he’ll co back himself." Scott Harris blatantly lied.
Enna could tell he was trying to comfort her.
Ever since Baron Lawrence had harshly agreed to the breakup, she knew he wouldn’t co back this easily this ti.
Scott Harris, perhaps finding the atmosphere too oppressive, thought for a mont and said, "Ms. Clark, please don’t take Lord’s words about breaking up seriously. He was just speaking in anger. You know Lord’s character well; he genuinely cares for you. Saying such things hurts him more than anyone. Please don’t take it to heart..."
Enna Clark pressed her lips together, her clear eyes looking at him, "We already broke up; he said so himself, so this counts as a breakup."
Scott Harris opened his mouth, "Ms. Clark..."
Enna Clark’s abdon was hurting, and her head was dizzy. She felt so unwell that cold air seed to be her only breath. She truly didn’t want to get tangled up in this issue anymore. Forcing a slight smile, she said to Scott, "I know Mr. Harris wants to tell sothing, but I’m too tired now, and I want to sleep."
Rembering she was on her period, Scott Harris changed his words at the last mont, "Okay, Ms. Clark, you should sleep first. As for Lord..."
"I’ll contact Lord myself."
Enna Clark nodded indifferently, unclear if she understood his aning. After nodding to signal she understood, Enna Clark tiredly returned to her bedroom and closed the door.
Alone in the room, her tightly wound nerves relaxed a little after a day and night.
Her abdon felt cold, her heart even colder.
She sat by the bed for a while, then went into the bathroom.
She took a shower, changed into pajamas and nstrual pads, then pulled back the covers, feeling heavy-headed as she lay down.
She originally thought that such a big incident would leave her sleepless.
However, she had overestimated the limits of her body. In no ti, she fell into a deep darkness...
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