"Yes, Young Master Lyle visited Young Madam this afternoon and even had coffee with her alone," Scott Harris said in a steady voice, deliberately omitting the fact that Bobby was also with them.
As expected...
The proud man’s eyes were sinister, his handso face darkening as if it were about to drip water. He clenched his fists and growled at him, "Damn it, you let them have coffee alone? Why didn’t you follow them?"
Scott Harris bent down respectfully, answering calmly, "Because Young Master Lyle would not harm Young Madam, and I was outside, able to see what was happening inside."
"Young Madam also didn’t ask to follow."
Enna Clark didn’t let him follow, so he didn’t?!
Baron Lawrence’s temples were tense with anger, glaring at him as if he could bore a hole right through him.
Scott Harris remained composed under such high pressure, an impressive feat. He calmly endured the man’s furious gaze and said softly, "Young Madam didn’t have any intimate contact with Young Master Lyle; they just had coffee together. By the way, Young Master Lyle seed to..."
"Seed to what?"
"Young Master Lyle seed to have given Young Madam a gift before he left."
A gift?
What kind of gift?
Baron Lawrence was more irritable than ever, pacing back and forth twice, unable to dispel the frustration building in his chest. He kicked over the trash can beside him, unable to hold back, "What kind of gift?"
That man always wants to get close to Enna Clark! Even after she rejected him, he keeps coming back!
The key issue is that both Edward Jackson and Old Madam Habsden prefer Lyle Westbrook!
Old Madam Habsden even arranged a childhood engagent between Lyle Westbrook and Enna Clark!
Just thinking about this, he couldn’t treat every interaction between Enna Clark and that man with a usual mindset.
Especially their private etings when he’s not around.
Scott Harris could see his agitation; it was written all over his face, hard to miss.
"I couldn’t see clearly."
"...When did your eyesight beco nearsighted?" At a critical mont, he actually couldn’t see clearly!
Scott Harris seed unaffected by his irritated tone, speaking slowly, "No, because by the ti I saw it, Young Madam had already put the item away. So, I didn’t see clearly what it was, but I vaguely rember seeing sothing shiny that looked a bit like a diamond."
Sothing shiny, like a diamond!
His first reaction was—a ring!
Did Enna Clark accept a diamond ring from Lyle Westbrook?
His heart felt stabbed, sending blood rushing backward, the oppressive irritation almost driving him mad.
He squinted his eyes, staring into Scott Harris’s eyes, pressing, "Then what? Anything else? Did Enna Clark behave differently today? What did they talk about while having coffee together?"
"Young Madam didn’t behave differently, she was as usual, just seed a bit disappointed after seeing those photos." Scott Harris continued to recall, "As for what Young Madam and Young Master Lyle talked about, I didn’t hear. I stood outside the café, only able to see Young Madam’s lip movents without hearing their conversation. I just rember Young Madam smiling several tis."
I just rember Young Madam smiling several tis...
Baron Lawrence’s eyes were dark and deep, and his hands at his sides clenched tightly...
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