Chapter 558: Buy a Big Mirror for the Bedroom Another Day
Enna Clark met his gaze.
How could such a man be a scumbag who values sons over daughters, even going so far as to willingly dispose of his own natural-born daughter?
She raised her eyebrows, revealing a smile. “I know.”
“If you know, then don’t look so unhappy! And don’t let your eyes be so dim! Especially don’t force out a smile uglier than crying when you’re upset!” He was simply being unreasonable!
Enna had just begun to feel some gratitude, but now it was ruined. “So what kind of expression should I have when I’m unhappy? A blank one?”
Baron Lawrence imagined her with a blank expression, and he seemed to dislike it even more. He frowned, pressed his thin lips against her earlobe, and his hot breath brushed her ear. “Enna Clark, I like the look on your face when you’re in bed, lost in pleasure…”
Enna’s ears instantly burned, and she shoved him away, annoyed. “Who would have that kind of expression for no reason?” It’s not like they were always on an aphrodisiac.
Baron Lawrence’s eagle-like eyes narrowed in amusement. He didn’t seem angry at all about being pushed away. Instead, his thin lips curved into a grin. “So, you know what kind of expression you have when we do it?”
How could he ask such an intimate question so seriously and confidently? It was so… so… Enna’s ears were about to catch fire. She wanted to complain, but she was afraid he might say something even more explicit. Her not saying anything would be akin to admitting it.
“I’ll have Scott Harris install a large mirror in our bedroom at Bauhinia Garden someday, so you’ll know what kind of expression you have.” He spoke as casually as if discussing buying clothes.
“Baron Lawrence, do you really have to discuss this issue with me?” Enna’s face grew hot, and she glared angrily at him.
She didn’t realize that her glare was less effective than not glaring at all. It only made people feel more itchy. Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened, his lower abdomen warmed, and his body underwent subtle changes. He narrowed his eagle eyes and stepped aside. He made sure that the color had returned to her face before bringing the conversation back. “Enna, do you really want to help your auntie?”
As the topic returned to the heavy issue, Enna paused for a moment, then raised her head. “Yeah.”
“I considered having Mr. Harris help me get my grandpa back, but she pushed him onto the rooftop now. I’m afraid she’ll impulsively jump with my grandpa.”
“Even if there’s an inflatable cushion below, and it’s safe, my grandpa is old and has a heart condition. He can’t handle that kind of stimulation even if he doesn’t hurt himself.” She paused, feeling irritated. “I don’t know why all the relatives around me are . Actually, my auntie wasn’t when I was young. But ever since she discovered my uncle’s affair, she’s gradually become obsessed with money. She asks me for money, asks Jacob Clark for money, and even has the nerve to ask Juliet Jordan. I don’t know what to say.”
“Last time, she tricked me into going to the karaoke bar for money, and I had completely given up on her. I decided that no matter how she throws tantrums or cries, I won’t help her. But I never thought she would go this far and threaten to jump off the building with my grandpa…” Enna took a deep breath. “I’m not the Virgin Mary, and I’m not a doormat. She doesn’t deserve me giving in to her over and over again. But I can’t just not care about my grandpa for the sake of competing with her. What’s the difference between me and them then?”
Enna looked at him with clear, rational eyes. “They are scum, so I can’t let myself become scum because of them. Baron Lawrence, can you understand what I mean?”