Chapter 931: Enna Clark, I've Remembered You!
Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Enna Clark, I’ve Remembered You!
Enna Clark was pinned down in such a position that it was really hard to articulate her feelings, yet her gaze remained clear and honest, revealing all in a single glance, “I said my heart isn’t that big, it can only hold…”
Before she could finish, the man above her suddenly lowered his head and sealed her lips with his!
A tempestuous kiss overwhelmed her senses, and just before she completely succumbed, she heard the man whisper in her ear, “Enna Clark, I’ve remembered!”
He remembered she said she liked him!
He remembered she said her heart held only him!
He remembered she said her heart couldn’t fit anyone else in the future!
He believed her!
He believed what she said!
If there ever came a day when she went against her own words, he would chase her to the ends of the earth and imprison her until she remembered her own words!
*
Three days were neither long nor short.
When the appointed time arrived after three days, Enna Clark got up early, ready to go with Baron Lawrence to meet someone.
Just as she was about to leave, she received a call from Lyle Westbrook.
She quickly answered, “Hello?”
“Enna.” The voice on the other end of the phone was so refreshing and unexpectedly comforting, as if through the phone one could see the slight lift at the corners of his mouth when he spoke, “I’ve brought Gigi over already, could you come down to meet us?”
“You’re already here?” Enna Clark was somewhat surprised.
From the moment she picked up the phone, an intense gaze had firmly fixed on her, so dominating that even without uttering a word, that full-on possessive look made it impossible for her to have a peaceful conversation.
Lyle Westbrook chuckled lightly, “Yes, I’m here already, just downstairs. Gigi was clamoring to see you, so I brought her over ahead of time—is that okay?”
“No,” Enna Clark said, her heart leaping with joy.
How could there be anything wrong with seeing Gigi a bit earlier? She couldn’t be happier!
Enna Clark’s bright eyes sparkled as she said promptly, “Wait for me just a moment, I’ll come down right away.”
“No rush, take your time coming down,” Lyle Westbrook responded calmly, his tone genuinely conveying that he wished for Enna Clark to take her time.
Enna Clark felt the gaze behind her grow even more intense, and with that, she hurriedly said, “Okay, I have to hang up now.”
After she spoke, she hung up the phone. Putting the phone down, she turned to the man beside her with poorly concealed excitement, “Baron Lawrence, Gigi’s back. She’s waiting for us downstairs.”
“I heard,” he replied.
He had figured it out without her needing to say anything!
Although his face looked sour, almost saying ‘Keep out,’ he was much better than before. He reached out to Enna Clark proactively, “Let’s go, down to meet people.”
Enna Clark looked at the hand offered to her and hesitated.
For just a few steps, did they need to hold hands?
Baron Lawrence, with his hand extended for too long and getting no response, decisively reached out further, assertively grasping her hand without her consent, as if declaring sovereignty.
With his left hand holding the soft tenderness of the young woman’s hand, his stiff jawline softened somewhat, the displeasure in his hawk-like eyes lessened considerably, and with a light sweep of his thin lips, he said to Enna Clark, “Let’s go.”
Enna Clark was led by him toward the exit.
As soon as they stepped out, they bumped into the neatly dressed Bobby, who looked up with a cool and handsome face, strikingly similar to a certain someone, and asked directly, “Woman, are you two going to pick up Gigi? I’m going too.”
“She’s just downstairs…”
Without a second thought, he declared firmly, “Then I’m going too!”
Enna Clark, finding herself unable to argue, resignedly agreed, “Alright, let’s go together.”
It was just a trip downstairs to meet someone, and yet, in the blink of an eye, one person had turned into three…