"Lord has something to say to the Young Madam in person, the Young Madam will surely believe him."
The handsome man's eyes were bloodshot. He placed one hand on the bottle of liquor and lifted his head, casting a glance at him, "Didn't you just say that Enna Clark is very disappointed in me?"
Scott Harris finally understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.
"I... didn't mean it like that. I meant that the Young Madam was a bit upset after seeing those photos."
In his dictionary, 'upset' was equivalent to 'disappointed.'
Baron Lawrence's heart ached for a moment, and he looked away, telling him, "Don't bother me, I want some peace and quiet."
"But, Lord..."
Baron Lawrence's mood was at its worst, and he interrupted him, frowning, "Don't bother me!"
Scott Harris really regretted telling him about the Young Madam having coffee with Young Master Lyle in the afternoon.
If he'd known earlier, he wouldn't have been so talkative, and Lord's mood wouldn't be this bad.
