"Did she give you trouble?" Baron Lawrence, despite his low emotional intelligence, was quick to catch on. His handsome face darkened, a shadow of sharpness flashing in his eyes.
Enna Clark didn't expect him to be so sensitive and firmly denied it, "No, we just did a little shopping together."
"Really?" Baron Lawrence didn't believe her at all, already planning to call Emily Goldsmith later to ask her what exactly happened today.
Enna Clark had no idea he was planning to ask Emily Goldsmith, so she unconsciously said, "Nothing really happened, I've told you everything."
Since she didn't continue, Baron Lawrence didn't press further, just squinted his eyes, leaned back on the couch, and pinched his prominent nose bridge, looking exhausted.
Enna Clark noticed the dark circles under his eyes, feeling inexplicably tender, "Baron Lawrence, you should rest early tonight."
The man dropped his hand from his nose, his dark eyes dazzling like stars, "I can't sleep."
