It was over, she had angered Baron Lawrence.
She was more frustrated than anyone.
It wasn't intentional, just that in that moment, she'd had the illusion he would remember, which made her mind wander uncontrollably—it wasn't a deliberate distraction.
Yet, this reason, she couldn't possibly explain to Baron Lawrence.
She moved her lips but ultimately chose silence.
Baron Lawrence had been waiting for her to admit her mistake, but instead of that, all he got was Enna Clark closely watching the horizon's profile.
His chest suddenly felt like it had been punched hard by someone, a sense of irritability surging up for no reason.
His eyebrows knitted then relaxed, relaxed then knitted again, even Scott Harris felt the sudden drop in temperature around them, looking at Ms. Clark several times with an expression of wanting to say something yet hesitating.
