Enna Clark's heart skipped two beats; the intuition of a small animal told her that he was issuing a warning!
Warning her not to continue any further.
If she continued, he might lose control of his temper.
Enna knew this man too well. She pressed her lips together; rather than seeing him suppress himself like this, pretending to be calm and mature, she preferred to see his true side, even if that truth came with an emotional outburst.
"Hmm."
Lightning seemed to flash in Baron Lawrence's eyes, the whole person shifted from restraint to a sternness like an approaching storm, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
As soon as Enna finished speaking, her chin was grabbed by him, followed by his explosive questioning ringing in her ears, "Who called you? What friend? Why didn't you answer my call back then? Why was your phone out of service? Why did you let Edward lie? Why didn't you return my call immediately after the signal was restored?"
"Didn't you ask me to ask? Enna Clark."
"Speak."
