What does she not know?
Skye Lawrence clenched the fist she had placed by her side, pursing her lips as she looked at him and said, "I will get to the bottom of this."
"That’s your business, I don’t care!"
Cold enough, direct enough, distant enough!
Skye Lawrence was almost visibly hurt by these words, yet she knew what she had done, aware that once these actions were taken, she and Baron Lawrence would never return to the past.
She was prepared for this.
But when truly faced with it, she realized she had been overthinking!
She wasn’t prepared and never would be... even though they had grown up together, so close... Suddenly, he treated her like a stranger. That kind of disparity, even if she was strong, was unbearable.
Baron Lawrence couldn’t care less whether she admitted it or not. Everyone’s an adult, and adults have to pay the consequences for what they’ve done. Regardless of regret, what’s done is done. No one will pretend it didn’t happen just because you regret it. Ti cannot reverse; regrets are futile. Although he didn’t want to care about Skye Lawrence, seeing her standing before him, looking worn, stirred an indefinable irritation within him. He tried hard to ignore it, but he couldn’t!
He simply took Enna Clark’s hand, not wasting any more ti, and domineeringly said, "Enna Clark, let’s go."
He took long strides, not saying a word to Skye Lawrence, holding her hand while heading towards the parking area...
He was tall with long legs, walking particularly quickly this ti.
Enna Clark had to jog to keep up with him.
She kept pace, unaware that Skye Lawrence continued to watch them from behind...
"Baron Lawrence, slow down..." After just a few steps, she was pulled to the point of stumbling, unable to help saying so.
She originally thought that since he was in a bad mood, he wouldn’t listen to her. Unexpectedly, as soon as she spoke, the man walking swiftly slowed his pace. He glanced sideways at her, his handso face showing impatience, but he didn’t let go of her hand, saying in a low voice, "Really a snail! Slow enough to die!"
A snail...
"Enna Clark, are you carrying a house on your back? So slow?"
He was purely being difficult!
Enna Clark rolled her eyes, responding grumpily, "I’m carrying you, alright?"
He had just been harsh with Skye Lawrence, and now was in a bad mood, yet his way of venting was picking on her. She was exasperated.
She hadn’t even begun to hold him accountable for helping her attract hatred earlier.
Carrying you—
The originally terrible mood of Baron Lawrence inexplicably improved because of her casual remark. His tightly pursed lips relaxed, suddenly saying, "Enna Clark, let’s go watch a movie."
"Huh?"
What kind of logic is this?
Wasn’t he just angry? How did he suddenly think of this?
They had reached the front of the car, Baron Lawrence was the first to open the car door, saying in good spirits, "How long has it been since you last went out with ? Couples need to date often to maintain their relationship. Don’t you know this?"
Enna Clark sat in the passenger seat, "But we’re not just dating, we’re already married..."
The rest was cut off by the man sitting beside her with a sharp glare, "Even married, you’re still a couple. How do you get married if you’re not a couple?!"
"Alright, let’s watch a movie, let’s watch a movie."
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