Chapter 941: Enna Clark, You Didn't Hear Anything
Chapter 941: Chapter 941: Enna Clark, You Didn’t Hear Anything
Baron Lawrence hummed a song off-key, but his voice was pleasant to listen to, and it still looked quite credible as he hummed, “A tiger with no…”
He couldn’t remember what was missing anymore and simply improvised on the spot.
“A tiger with no tail, a tiger with no hind legs, truly bizarre…”
Gigi looked at him with her wide, rosy eyes, waiting for him to continue.
Seen by her innocent gaze, Baron was about to furrow his brows subconsciously. But he quickly remembered that he now had to be damn gentle!
He tensed his jaw, his muscles twitching as if they were resisting, maintaining the tender expression he loathed the most as he continued to sing nonsensically.
…
Outside the room.
Adam Sinclair paced back and forth, clearly worried. Suddenly, he heard a ‘terrible’ nursery rhyme coming from inside, his jaw almost dropping. He couldn’t believe it and turned his head to look at Enna Clark, “Enna, did you hear that?”
“What?”
“The singing coming from inside.”
Enna Clark listened carefully and sure enough, there were faint singing voices coming from inside.
That voice was…
“Am I hearing things? It sounds like Baron’s voice to me. I’m not having ringing in my ears, am I?”
Baron Lawrence singing a nursery rhyme?
The thought was too incredible.
He found it hard to imagine.
Was it a figment of his imagination or not?
But the voice really sounded like Baron’s. After all, he couldn’t think of anyone else but a dominating person like Baron who would sing ‘Two Tigers’ with one of the tigers missing legs and still able to run fast.
Naturally, it’s supposed to be one with no eyes, one with no ears, truly weird.
Enna Clark’s lips curled up, and her eyes suddenly softened with a smile, “You didn’t hear wrong.”
Not wrong?
Could it really be Baron singing?
Has the world become fantastical?
Adam Sinclair’s jaw could have hit the floor and stayed there. He rubbed his temples, looking somewhat pained, and said to Enna Clark, “I suddenly feel a bit dizzy, I’m going to rest next door.”
“Sure.”
Enna Clark stood quietly outside the door, listening to the discordant singing coming from inside, feeling an extraordinary tenderness in her heart…
…
Half an hour later.
The door opened.
The haughty man walked out of the room; inside it was quiet, and Gigi must have fallen asleep again. As soon as he came out, he bumped into Enna Clark. His hawk-like eyes initially brightened but then unnaturally darkened, “How long have you been standing here?”
“From just now until now, I’ve been right here.” Enna Clark said softly, a smile on her lips, “Baron Lawrence, I heard you sing to put Gigi to sleep.”
The man who was praised stiffened, his handsome face showing no pleasure from the compliment, his expression vivid in its discomfort.
Damn it!
She had indeed heard him!
If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have just let her leave; he should have had Adam Sinclair watch her, pulling her away to another place!
Wait a minute…
Adam Sinclair… he couldn’t have heard as well, could he?
Baron Lawrence had the illusion of being pierced by a thousand arrows. He pursed his lips tightly, grabbed Enna Clark’s hand, hastily closed the door, and pulled her away, blatantly threatening, “Forget about what just happened, do you hear me!”
“Why?” Enna Clark thought his singing was good, and the way he put Gigi to sleep felt very gentle.
Baron Lawrence, with his jaw clenched tightly, casting her a glance, intensified his voice, “There’s no reason, I said forget it, so forget it! From now on, you’ve already forgotten!”
Enna Clark, unable to resist him, conceded a step, placatingly said, “Hmm, I’ve forgotten.”