"I..." She hadn’t yet said that she was overthinking.
Baron Lawrence seed to hear her innermost thoughts through her eyes, his thin lips eting, his face souring as he interrupted her, "You dare say you’re not overthinking, suspecting you’ve had a miscarriage or sothing?"
"..." Even if she was suspicious, it was just normal speculation, right?
Her eyes only glanced downward briefly.
The person holding her shoulders imdiately pressed her down, forcing her to lift her head, "Enna Clark, I’m telling you again, you’re not pregnant, and you haven’t had a miscarriage. It’s just irregular nstruation, and your period arrived! I’m not lying to you!"
"But..."
"No ’buts,’ if you don’t believe , you can ask the doctor. If you don’t trust the doctor, you can ask Adam Sinclair and the others, Scott Harris and others were there at that ti!"
"..." There’s still a possibility that he might have silenced everyone.
After all, silencing people is the kind of domineering thing he has done before.
She still hadn’t said anything, yet Baron Lawrence seed to see through her, furrowing his brow, feeling extrely vexed, almost biting her in frustration, harshly emphasizing, "You just have your period! If you still don’t believe , once your health improves, I’ll allow you to secretly sneak out and go to the hospital for a check-up, see if it’s a miscarriage or just your period!"
Enna Clark actually believed him after he said for the second ti that she just had her period. She didn’t expect him to emphasize for the third ti, even permitting her to sneak out for a hospital check-up...
He said it like that, letting her go out alone?
His so-called ’sneaking’ to the hospital must be what she thought was ’sneaking’ to the hospital for a check-up.
Otherwise, with his domineering personality, not long ago she encountered an elevator accident, how could he possibly let her go out alone.
Enna Clark thought about this but didn’t say it out loud, instead asked, "Bobby and the others..."
"Olivia Lewis is taking care of them."
"Bobby doesn’t know, right?"
Baron Lawrence knew she was going to worry about these trivial matters and said in a low, patient voice, "Don’t worry, he doesn’t know. He thinks I’m taking you to a secluded island for fun. Olivia Lewis and Adam Sinclair know how to keep things from him. So for the next few days, just focus on recuperating and don’t overthink things!"
Enna Clark was much more relaxed, hearing his rare ramble, her heart ward, she smiled suddenly and said, "I want to walk around, feels like it’s been ages since I felt the breeze."
Though she hadn’t slept for long, she felt as though she had been trapped in darkness for a long ti.
That sense of darkness, despair, and oppression still haunted her.
Suddenly feeling a long-lost ease, she wanted to hold onto it a while longer.
Baron Lawrence looked at her deeply, didn’t say much, bent down and bit her lip corner in frustration, then stood up, coolly and handsoly pushing her wheelchair, "Let’s go, where do you want to go?"
Enna Clark’s lip corner hurt from his bite, she was about to question if he’s part dog, but the sea breeze felt too comfortable, so she decided not to bicker with this man about trivial matters, gently saying, "Anywhere. Anywhere is fine."
As long as he’s there.
As long as he’s okay.
She could go anywhere.
In the elevator shaft, when she thought Baron Lawrence fell while saving her, at that mont she truly felt as if her heart was being carved out.
Only at that mont did she realize she had already liked him very much, very much.
It’s the kind of liking that is very profound!
Enna Clark’s bright eyes carried an added firmness not seen before, her eyes gentle.
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