Enna Clark watched Boonie Bears all afternoon, only stopping when it was time for dinner.
Tobias Clark kept chattering beside her like a little chatterbox, commenting on the plot for a while, mocking Bald Qiang the next, and otherwise giving spoilers.
Enna knew he was trying to cheer her up, but her mood was really bad, and she spent almost the whole time daydreaming.
Baron Lawrence was too busy with work and didn’t come down to have dinner with them.
Enna ate a few bites of rice and put down her chopsticks, “I’m full, you guys take your time.”
“Miss Clark, you’re not eating anymore?” Scott Harris looked surprised at her plate, which she had only taken two bites from. He said, “Miss Clark, you’re eating too little. Have some more.”
Enna shook her head, “I don’t want to eat.”
“Is it the food doesn’t suit your taste? What would you like to eat, Miss Clark? I’ll have someone make it for you right away,” Scott Harris asked tentatively.
Enna pulled out her chair and managed a smile, “No, I just ate too many strawberries this afternoon and can’t eat anymore.”
Scott Harris was puzzled, recalling that she hadn’t eaten that many strawberries in the afternoon.
But seeing that she really didn’t want to eat anymore, he didn’t force her, “Then, Miss Clark, you go upstairs to rest first. I’ll take care of Young Master and have dinner.”
“Yes, yes, woman, you go rest first. I can take care of myself.” Tobias chimed in from the side.
Enna was mentally and physically exhausted, with a big, unspeakable event weighing on her heart. She nodded and went upstairs absent-mindedly.
Scott Harris watched her retreating figure and asked thoughtfully, “Young Master, has Miss Clark been all afternoon?”
“Yes, the woman has been acting strange since this afternoon. She won’t say what’s wrong when I ask her. I think she’s in a bad mood.”
In the afternoon while picking strawberries, Miss Clark was clearly in a good mood.
Scott Harris didn’t understand what had happened in between, but he secretly took note of Enna’s abnormal behavior and planned to find a chance to tell Baron Lawrence.
In the upstairs bedroom, the large room was luxurious and grand. The trash can beside the bed had been cleaned and no longer contained the white shirt thrown away this morning.
Enna sat on the edge of the bed, her mind in a mess.
No matter what, she didn’t believe that Baron Lawrence would cheat on her.
But the facts were right in front of her, if she still refused to admit it, the text messages and white shirt could explain everything.
Enna irritably took out her phone and scrolled through her photo album.
Her photo album had been filled with pictures of him that he had forcibly stuffed in, supposedly as screen saver options. Every photo of him radiated an air of nobility.
“What are you looking at?”
The man’s low, husky and sexy voice suddenly came from behind her, and the next second, she was pulled down onto the bed and pinned beneath him.
Passionate kisses rained down on her lips, neck, collarbone…
Enna let out a soft moan.
The temperature in the room rose sharply.
Baron Lawrence gazed intently at the woman beneath him, unable to control his desire that had been suppressed all day—
But Enna really wasn’t in the mood to do that with him. She pushed at his chest with both hands, dodged his heated kisses, and refused, “Baron Lawrence…um…I don’t want to.”
Baron Lawrence sealed her whimpering mouth, teasing her sweet tongue, his big hand sliding down without any intention of stopping.
As flames ignited on her body, her heart felt suffocated and uncomfortable. Enna suddenly opened her mouth and, in venting frustration, bit his wanton hot tongue hard.
Baron Lawrence let go of her in pain, looking at her clear, questioning eyes.
Enna’s eyes were full of refusal, she was physically and mentally exhausted, “…Baron Lawrence, I don’t want to today.”