She hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for two days and hadn’t spoken at all. When she finally spoke, her voice was as hoarse as torn ragged cloth.
Baron Lawrence had never seen her so disheveled, but thinking about what she did to Enna Clark, the furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
The staff responsible for guarding Skye Lawrence said perceptively, "Young Master Lawrence, I’ll leave you two to talk. I’ll step out."
After stepping out, he didn’t forget to close the door.
Suddenly, only Baron Lawrence and Skye Lawrence were left in the room!
The room was less than 15 square ters. Compared to before, even the bathrooms in places Skye lived were bigger than this room, not to ntion the shabby chairs and the pitifully small single bed. Maybe for her, being confined here was already a punishnt.
Baron Lawrence circled around her, walked to the only chair, and sat down.
His deep-set profile was sharply defined, with a nose like a chiseled blade, high and stern. His eagle-like eyes fell on the haggard and disheveled person in front of him. He pressed his thin lips together, as if restraining sothing, then spoke, "Skye Lawrence, I rember I warned you not to touch Enna Clark."
As soon as he uttered the first sentence, Skye’s eyes dimd. Her handso face showed a hint of a sneer. She leaned against the wall, raised an eyebrow, "I did, so what? Did you co to shoot today or break my hand bones?"
Hadn’t he already had her hand bones broken for Enna Clark before?
This ti, despite his warnings, she plotted against Enna Clark. What would he do? Take a gun and shoot her? She didn’t care, did she still care about that now?
Baron Lawrence’s dark eyes held a stormy nace, looking at her coldly, "I don’t understand why you are so displeased with Enna Clark. What’s wrong with her that you keep targeting her?"
Oscar had already asked her this question, and he also voiced the dark answer hidden in her heart.
Skye Lawrence’s handso and beautiful face showed a mont of stillness. Her long neck resembled a noble swan. She pursed her lips and said crisply, "You’re not suited."
Her words were like lighting a firecracker.
"Shi-t!"
The man, who had been holding it in since he entered, suddenly stood up, approached her with a fierce expression, "Whether she’s suited for , I know better than you! To , no one is more suited than her! Skye Lawrence, if you continue to use this reason to explain your actions, do you think it makes sense? Just because you think she isn’t suited, you keep targeting her? Don’t talk to about Habsden, you’ve done more than the so-called dangers you talk about!"
He had endured long enough.
If this person wasn’t Skye Lawrence.
He would have crushed her countless tis by now!
Every ti she claid that it was because Enna Clark wasn’t suited for him that she did those things to harm Enna.
But first a car accident, then a kidnapping, and now framing... He didn’t know how dangerous the Habsden Family’s dangers she spoke of were; he only saw that every ti Enna got hurt, it was related to her!
Enna Clark isn’t suited for him.
Hah.
He was sick of this reason!
Baron Lawrence’s eagle-like eyes burned with fierce flas, murderous as if he were about to kill. Squeezing out word by word through clenched teeth, "There’s no one in this world more suited than Enna Clark, even if there were, I wouldn’t want them!"
He only wanted Enna Clark.
Didn’t she realize that obsession ans being fixated on one person, even if he himself couldn’t change it!
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