Chapter 98: His Thunderous Wrath
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Seeing her reaction, Baron Lawrence regretted saying too much.
He was inwardly annoyed, his lips moved as he decided to apologise, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
No matter what, it was her who first lashed out at him! He was in the wrong, but she was even more in the wrong!
Enna Clark, suppressing the hidden pain in her heart, tried to make herself look less pitiful, lowered her eyes, “I know. If you wish, you can make my life a living hell. ”
“That’s why I don’t like you, and I never intended to. We have never been equals, you are above me, all I can do is obey you. This relationship is no different than that of a boss and an employee.”
Being a subordinate is better than what she is going through, at least when a boss is too much, a subordinate can quit. All she can do is bear it, just bear it!
“Ok, you’re right, perhaps I am what you always call a ‘pretentious woman’. If I were smarter, I would have just kept quiet. But I don’t want to, if I don’t like it, I don’t like it, even if it meant saying it a thousand or ten thousand times. I still don’t like it.” The most important thing is, she dare not like him, she was not privileged enough to like him.
Baron Lawrence’s knuckles turned white from gripping too hard, he was desperately trying to control his emotions, but they had already built up to a breaking point.
“Shit!” He abruptly let go of Enna Clark’s hand, and suddenly swung his fist
The punch came with the sound of rushing air, Enna Clark shut her eyes tight, but stubbornly stood there, not moving a muscle. As expected, whenever she defies him, he throws a fit.
“Bang!”There was a massive thud.
A piece of the blackboard was smashed in.
The anticipated pain didn’t come, Enna Clark opened her eyes in surprise, only to widen them in the next second.
The man’s face turned ashen. His jawline was tense, and his lips tightly pursed. His left hand was raised midair, covered in fresh blood which trickled down his hand, drop by drop.
Enna Clark had seen worse injuries, but for some reason, she was panicked this time. She quickly went over to check his wound.
Baron Lawrence shrugged her off, his eyes dark and ominous. “You wanted to leave me, so what are you doing coming closer?” “Your hand is bleeding, it needs immediate attention.” Did he think his fists were made of iron like the railings!
Enna Clark was both angry and remorseful.
At the same time, she found his temper even more frightening, and this newfound understanding made her even more fearful.
If that punch hadn’t hit the blackboard but struck her instead… Enna Clark didn’t dare to imagine. She was too scared to think about it, too scared to come any closer to him. Just like in the TV show, when Shancai was nearly undressed by the infuriated Daoming Si after their fight and dared not approach him afterwards. It was the fear that comes instinctively, a primal fear of a man. Baron Lawrence and Daoming Si were eerily similar in some regards.
They were unable to control themselves once they snapped.
Baron Lawrence had no idea that his actions had already frightened Enna Clark, he was still heavily battling with his emotions. Seeing Enna Clark approach, he darkened his face and flung his hand in irritation, “I told you to get lost!”
Caught off-guard, Enna Clark was pushed to the ground, the small of her back landing on the hard edge of the blackboard, causing her to wince in pain which turned her face pale.
His face changed colour, neglecting the blood on his hand, he quickly stepped forward to help Enna Clark, “Are you okay?”
Before he could assist her, Enna Clark stood up by herself, avoiding his hand, shaking her head, “I’m fine..”