The text ssage was sent from an unfamiliar phone number.
Enna Clark curiously opened the ssage.
Inside was just a brief sentence—Miss Clark, since you’ve chosen to break up with Baron, I hope you won’t keep pestering him anymore. Thank you.
The text didn’t have a signature, but a na automatically popped into Enna Clark’s mind—Skye Lawrence!
This text ssage was from Skye Lawrence.
Her gaze was locked onto the last sentence, gripping the phone tightly.
Just then, the phone started vibrating, a call was coming in. Enna Clark answered, and Olivia Lewis’s excited voice ca through the receiver, "Oh my gosh! Enna! I saw the news! What’s going on, are you really with Lyle Westbrook?"
Enna Clark’s ears buzzed from her noise, furrowing her brows, helplessly rubbed her temples to deny, "No. What exactly does the news say? Why is everyone asking this?"
"You didn’t know you were in the news?" Olivia Lewis was even more surprised than her, quickly said, "I’m telling you, you’ve taken over the screens. The internet is flooded with your news."
She imdiately corrected herself, "No, it’s not all about your news. I should say it’s all about the news of you being confessed to!"
"Delivering 7,500 top-grade champagne-colored roses just like that, with such generosity, it’s hard not to attract attention."
"What 7,500 roses?" What was it she knew nothing about?
Olivia Lewis’s voice on the other end was deafening, "Oh my, you don’t know? As the female protagonist in the news, you don’t know anything? I’m amazed by you. Just check the news yourself, you’ll see. I’m hanging up now."
With that said, Enna Clark hadn’t reacted yet before she already hung up.
Enna Clark was half amused, half exasperated, completely baffled by the point of this call.
But from Bobby to Skye Lawrence to Olivia, she was indeed very curious about what the internet had written. Not wasting any more ti, she deleted the ssage from Skye Lawrence. Then opened her phone browser.
minutes later.
She finally finished reading the general news online.
All sorts of things about her and Lyle Westbrook having mutually liked each other for a long ti, and right after the breakup, they got together, even t the parents from both sides. Both families supported them being together.
So even nonsensically claid that she and Baron Lawrence had mutually agreed to break up a year ago, and only hadn’t exposed the news of their breakup for the sake of the Lawrence Family’s image.
There were even people saying that the person playing piano on the street for her in the video shot earlier was not Baron Lawrence. Just soone who looked very much like Baron Lawrence, creating hype.
...
Anyway, there were all kinds of stories, disorganized, with only one consistent point for everyone, which was that she and Baron Lawrence had already broken up.
Already broken up...
Enna Clark’s eyes dimd, originally wanting to send a ssage to explain, but as her fingers touched the phone, they retracted.
Enna Clark, you’ve already broken up.
You!
And Baron Lawrence!
Have already broken up!
Her heart suddenly ached dully for a mont, then started to sting like needles, ticulously painful.
They had already broken up, so she didn’t have to explain to anyone that the news was all fake.
He probably wouldn’t care about the content of the news either.
Her gaze grew even darker.
Silently she put away the phone, took a deep breath to suppress the bitterness in her chest, got up, picked up the milk on the table, and went to find Bobby who had run away to the side...
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