Chapter 918: Chapter 918: Baron Lawrence Finally Returned the Call
Upon leaving the villa,
Enna Clark rembered she had driven there, and having Lyle Westbrook offer her a ride would be rather awkward.
Because if they were to take her car to drop her off, it would be troubleso for him to return later. But if they didn’t take her car, her car wouldn’t make it back either.
As Enna realized this awkwardness, she was just about to take the initiative to tell him there was no need to send her off.
Unexpectedly, the aloof man directly ordered the housekeeper standing beside him, “Take the car back to the hospital later.”
“Yes, Young Master Lyle,” the housekeeper bowed respectfully.
Lyle Westbrook pulled open the door of a new Rolls-Royce Phantom, naturally telling Enna Clark, “Get in.”
Enna took a deep breath, didn’t fuss, got into the car, and buckled her seat belt.
Lyle followed suit, hands on the steering wheel, maneuvering the car around.
The luxury vehicle swiftly exited the villa’s private parking area.
…
In the car.
The atmosphere was indescribably awkward and uncomfortable.
Lyle Westbrook didn’t speak, and Enna Clark didn’t feel it appropriate to initiate conversation either. The silence in the car was so profound it felt like the very air had solidified.
In such an atmosphere, every minute and every second seed to stretch indefinitely, making ti seem exceptionally long.
Enna Clark started to regret not insisting on refusing his offer of a ride.
This feeling was too awkward.
Just then,
her phone inside her bag suddenly began to vibrate.
Enna frantically fumbled for her phone, and upon seeing the Caller ID jumping on the screen, a headache imdiately struck her—Baron Lawrence of all tis didn’t return her calls earlier, yet chose to call during such an awkward mont.
The word “Maniac” arrogantly bounced on the screen, and with each bounce, Enna could feel the spark in the eyes of the man on the other end of the phone.
If she didn’t answer now, she could imagine his irritable deanor.
She put the phone to her ear and answered the call.
“Enna Clark, where did you run off to? Why are you answering only now?” The mont the call connected, she was t with a roar that nearly burst her eardrum.
Uncertain whether Lyle Westbrook had heard the voice on the other end, she moved the phone slightly away, “I went to see Gigi, I was going to tell you, but I couldn’t get through to your cell. I called Mr. Harris, but I couldn’t get through to Mr. Harris’s phone either, so I had to go on my own.”
“Scott Harris is with .” The signal was bad where we were.
However…
“Why did you go looking for Gigi alone? Where are you? I’ll co pick you up!” Had she no sense of safety? A woman running around alone so late at night!
Enna felt a tingling sensation in her scalp and her temples throbbed, trying to remain calm, “No need, I’ll be back soon.”
“Are you with soone else?”
Enna had never seen him so perceptive, but such acuteness at this mont was far from amusing. She always had the feeling she was sneaking around behind Baron Lawrence’s back as if she’d been having an affair, even though she hadn’t done anything; yet now she was feeling the tension of getting caught in the act, “Yes.”
“With whom?”
In between concealing and being frank, Enna hesitated for a second, and after that second, she still chose to be honest, “Soone you know, Mr. Howell. Mr. Howell coincidentally saved Gigi and is now driving back.”
Lying could indeed bring temporary peace, especially with Baron Lawrence’s temper—it was certainly better not to tell him than to inform him.
But Enna Clark didn’t want to lie.
Honesty was the most important thing in any relationship.
Moreover, she hadn’t done anything wrong. If she lied and was found out, her innocence could be misconstrued as guilt simply because the lie ca first, and it would be no wonder if trust was lost afterwards.
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