Chapter 1719: 1709: Bandit Logic
Chapter 1719: Chapter 1709: Bandit Logic
“…” These are two completely different things.
She had no choice but to care about Lyle Westbrook’s heart, but the “no choice” coming from his mouth was not the same thing at all.
Enna Clark opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the domineering, stubborn person had already seized the moment, “He got hurt for you? How do you know he got hurt for you? Did you overhear it at the staircase again? Do you really believe he got hurt? He plays the hero to save you, so you plan to offer yourself to him as gratitude?”
Enna Clark furrowed her brows, angrily snarling, “Baron Lawrence!”
Not only did she fail to stop the obstinate, frenzied man, but her wrist, held tightly by him, was gripped so harshly that the pain made her face turn pale.
“Enna Clark, if you dare offer yourself to him! You better not let me catch any hint that you treat him differently, or I will definitely not let him go!” His dark hawk-like eyes were fierce, each word tinged with bloodlust, more than just a simple threat.
Enna Clark looked at him, incredulous at his unreasonable behavior, unwilling to continue the conversation. She endured and pulled her hand away, “Let go of me!”
“…” Baron Lawrence gripped her wrist tightly, refusing to let go.
Enna Clark no longer wanted to be with him for another second, afraid she would lose control of her temper and truly start an argument. She took a deep breath and emphasized once more, “Baron Lawrence, let go!”
She couldn’t continue this conversation with him!
He was being completely unreasonable now.
She was truly out of her mind, trying to reason with an unreasonable person.
Thinking about how he was perfectly fine, his phone had power, and he just wouldn’t answer her calls, leaving her searching all night in the streets of Pacifica.
Finally back, she calmly wanted to have a conversation with him, to resolve their conflicts and avoid another cold war.
And what was the result…
The result was completely different from what she envisioned!
Lyle Westbrook flew to Pacifica for Gigi, hadn’t rested for hours, and saved Gigi’s life.
It wasn’t the first time he saved Gigi.
For Gigi’s sake alone, he shouldn’t have said he’d “not let Lyle Westbrook go”!
Enna Clark took a deep breath, her wrist feeling clamped like an iron vise as she suppressed her anger.
So he’s not letting go, huh?
She’ll pry it open herself!
Using both hands, she struggled with one, and pried with force with the other.
Baron Lawrence didn’t regard Enna Clark’s strength at all; what he saw was her suddenly dim eyes, the brief flash of disappointment and disbelief like twin blades stabbing into his heart. Stirring in his heart as if to cut it to shreds!
The pain was suffocating him!
The more Enna Clark struggled, the more he thought about that man, thought about her closing her eyes last night, and every word she just defended Lyle Westbrook with.
Apart from the wrenching pain in his heart, there was an uncontrollable surge of agitation. It was driving him to madness.
He never intended to argue with her; he only wanted a cold war, let them both cool down, and she wouldn’t bring up Lyle Westbrook anymore, pretending he never existed.
Why did she have to mention that man?
She must show him how much she cares for another man!
Baron Lawrence tightened his grip on her wrist, no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free. His expression was dark, as if suppressing something, ready to erupt like a volcano at any moment.