She said it...
Still couldn’t hold back and said it.
The mont Enna Clark blurted it out, her heartstrings trembled, but she quickly composed herself. Today they argued, and no matter how you look at it, it was his fault.
He was wrong, so why shouldn’t she say sothing?
"Didn’t you tell this afternoon you had sothing to do? Where did you go? The company? Or the WE Hotel?" She decided to spill everything she knew, "I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, when did you start eting with Miranda Lewis privately? Did you book her a Presidential Suite at the WE Hotel and let her stay there long-term? Who was the call from today? Assistant Terrence or her?"
She threw a barrage of questions at him, without being intimidated by his lofty stance, "Baron Lawrence, I have the right to know these things."
"..." The man, who had just been on top, was caught off guard by her stream of questions. He looked at her deeply and pursed his lips into a line, lost in thought.
If Enna Clark hadn’t had Bobby hack into his computer, she wouldn’t know anything, and maybe she’d be clueless about what he was thinking. But now that she knew everything, the mont he went silent, she knew exactly what he was thinking, "Why don’t you answer?"
"Nothing worth saying."
Enna Clark was infuriated by his perfunctory answer, fixed her gaze on him and said, "If you don’t speak, how am I supposed to know why you and Miranda went to the hotel? Baron Lawrence, have you ever considered that if I didn’t trust you, I would have left the mont I saw the photos of you and Miranda?"
She has a mysophobia regarding relationships; if he had another woman outside, even if she liked him, she would choose to let go.
The word "leave" deeply provoked the man holding her captive, and he said in a chilling tone, "I won’t let you leave!"
"What gives you the right?" Enna Clark snapped back at him, "You went to the hotel with another woman, so why expect not to leave?"
"Yes, I like you, but just because I like you doesn’t an I will unconditionally compromise in this relationship..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man impatiently interrupted her, "When did I ask you to compromise?"
Clearly, it’s been him compromising and changing all along!
He’s almost beco soone without principles for her.
His principles have now entirely turned into her, and it’s still not enough?
Enna Clark wasn’t afraid of him at all, raising her head to say, "Right now, at this mont, you’re making compromise. You clearly have things you’re hiding from , yet you refuse to say anything, preferring to let misunderstand rather than tell . Aren’t you just waiting for to compromise and not press you?"
Baron Lawrence’s eyebrows knitted tightly as he glared at Enna Clark.
Enna Clark wasn’t afraid of him and stared back, with a look on her face as if saying, ’I’ve said it all, what are you going to do, hit ?’
When has Baron Lawrence ever had the heart to lay a hand on her, no matter how angry he got, he’d rather smash walls than touch her. So, after glaring at her for a long ti, he couldn’t intimidate Enna Clark. His brows furrowed so tightly they could catch a fly, but he still relented, "I’m not keeping silent, just so things, it’s better you don’t know."
"So you think by hiding things from , you’re doing the right thing?" Enna Clark was so enraged by his logic that half of her soul almost flew out.
The handso man’s resolute jawline was smooth; although he didn’t answer her question, his entire deanor clearly agreed with her statent.
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