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 ford a smile that seed like ice lting, 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 lt 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 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 that?"
Since Lyle Westbrook did not clear the space, there were still quite a few staff at the airport.
Of course, there were also so journalists disguised as staff mixed in.
Enna Clark didn’t see the paparazzi, only noticed the nurous staff present. She hesitated for a mont, remaining silent.
Assuming her silence was consent, Lyle Westbrook took out a necklace of stars and said, "This is the constellation necklace I designed for you, Enna. In Greek astrology, it represents joy and health. Let put it on you."
Enna Clark managed a small smile, stretched out her hand in refusal and said, "No need, Lyle. I..."
"You don’t like it?"
With so many people present, Enna Clark felt awkward refusing him directly. He cornered her perfectly, "That’s not what I an, I’m saying..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the tall and handso man moved in front of her, lowered his head imposingly and said, "Let put it on you."
His eyes still held a smile, yet his hands were already unlocking the clasp of the necklace, leaving her no option to refuse.
Enna Clark could only stand rooted, watching helplessly as he approached and put the diamond necklace on her.
Then he stepped back, his face strikingly different from Baron Lawrence’s, revealing a genuine smile as he warmly complinted, "Enna, it’s beautiful."
Enna Clark took a deep breath, the situation had progressed to this point, she felt she had no choice but to go along for now.
"Really? Thank you."
"Truly beautiful, even more than I imagined it would look on you," Lyle Westbrook gazed into her eyes, shining like stars. Enna Clark dared not look at his expression any longer, for she would feel guilty.
She didn’t want to continue, so with a determined heart, she proactively took the man’s hand and said, "Lyle Westbrook, let’s go now. I’m not comfortable with this."
Her hand was soft and warm. The angelic man lowered his eyes to look at the hand she held, his smile warm and clear, and said softly, "Alright."
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