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 sothing, 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 ! 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 rely gave him a aningful 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?
Even he couldn’t confidently affirm that Enna Clark still sees him as the one.
Lyle Westbrook...
In Baron Lawrence’s mind, the image of the two holding hands erged again, the man’s gentle deanor - clearly, this was love down to the bone!
Damn it, he should never have let that man go because of Gigi!
From the start, he should have done away with him.
Without Lyle Westbrook, none of this would be happening!
He thought of the 52,000 roses, and then the necklace around Enna Clark’s neck, and the veins on his temples throbbed violently with rage. The wound on the back of his hand nearly split open from clenching too hard. He gathered the storm in his eyes, and in a gloomy voice said, "That’s for others. For , it’s enough if I think it’s suitable!"
He wouldn’t give Lyle Westbrook any chance! Even if Enna Clark broke up with him now, he had other ways to keep her by his side! Even if he had to use underhanded ans, he would make Enna Clark stay!
Lyle Westbrook... don’t even think about it!
Old Master Lawrence clearly saw a series of changes in his expressions, and was sowhat startled when he saw the possessiveness in his eyes. Yet, it was sothing he had expected.
"Is that so?" He changed his previous attitude and didn’t forcefully demand that they separate, only hinted aningfully, "Feelings are like a kite’s string, one person flies, and one person holds. If the holder lets go too loose, the kite will use up its line sooner or later. If the holder grips too tight, the string will snap eventually. Whether flying a kite or managing feelings, the one who can keep the kite long-term is the winner."
Baron Lawrence caught his words, obstinately stating, "So this story tells us one thing: the kite is safest when held in one’s own hands. If you don’t let go, you won’t fear using up the string, nor fear the string snapping!"
Old Master Lawrence really wanted to use the dragon-headed cane in his hand to hit him on the head. Is that what he ant! He was clearly saying that feelings can’t be managed with sheer force!
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