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Due to inertia, Enna Clark’s body jolted forward; thankfully, she was wearing a seatbelt, or else her forehead would’ve definitely hit the glass.
“Enna, are you kidding me?” Baron Lawrence’s face didn’t look very good. “What?” She reacted quickly and explained, “I didn’t intentionally avoid
discussing your situation with Bobby; it’s just…”
She was at a loss for words; every time she started to speak, she was blocked by the thought of his genius son!
And it was the kind of block that left her speechless!
Baron Lawrence’s hawk-like eyes stared at her, clearly intending to get to the bottom of it. “Just what?”
Enna hesitated about whether or not to bring up Wyndham Howell, but ultimately decided against it. Skipping over that part, she explained, “A few days ago, I talked to him about not wanting to find a father for him in the future, so… If I bring up a boyfriend, he might be more resistant…”
Although the word “boyfriend” pleased him, Baron Lawrence was still not very happy. He frowned, “He’s not like a three or four-year-old child.” “He’s only five anyway!” When it came to her son, Enna would never give an inch!
Baron Lawrence stared at her for a few minutes with pursed lips, eventually suppressing his pent-up emotions. His tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and he looked away; he was no longer smiling but had a straight face. “Forget it.” The parked Ferrari started up again.
The scenery on both sides of the road flashed by, but the atmosphere in the car was still tense.
Even if Enna were slow to react, she could tell that he was angry and didn’t know how to start the conversation.
She clutched the strap of her bag with both hands, stealing glances at the man sitting beside her from time to time. Seeing him completely ignoring her, she couldn’t help but open her mouth, tentatively asking, “Baron Lawrence, are you mad?”
If he wasn’t ignoring her, then it was clear he was mad. Enna blinked helplessly and pretended to look away, staring out at the scenery. “If there’s nothing wrong, it’s fine; I thought you were mad.”
If it weren’t for the law against killing, Baron Lawrence really wanted to strangle her!
Wasn’t his anger obvious enough?!
What did this woman mean by casually asking a couple of questions? A proper female companion wasn’t supposed to appease him at this time?!
At least she ought to ask a couple more times!
His face turned dark, then heavy. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He wanted to vent his anger, but because he’d just said he wasn’t mad, he couldn’t find a reason. Unable to vent, it felt like a stone was lodged in his chest, weighing down his heart!
With a dark expression on his face, he slammed the accelerator to the floor!
The Ferrari, designed for sports cars, naturally performed excellently. As soon as the accelerator was pressed, the car sped off—
As Enna was studying his reaction through the car window, the sudden acceleration of the car left her white-faced with shock.
With a roundabout brake, the gorgeous car gracefully came to a stop in front of a French restaurant.
The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground was even louder than before.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Enna quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and rushed to the nearby greenery, doubling over to retch.
Her stomach churned but nothing came out, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Just as tears were about to well up in her eyes, a pair of hands appeared on her back, helping her to catch her breath.
“Feeling better now?”
Enna, with her tear-streaked, flushed eyes, turned around and saw the culprit. Her stomach churned again, and she turned her head to retch once more before she could even speak..