Chapter 1792: Chapter 1782: Misinterpreting His Intentions
Itās coming...
Baron Lawrence had anticipated this question, his thin lips pressed down, and a flicker of agitation flashed in his eyes. But he masked it well, saying expressionlessly, "There was a bit of a dispute."
He thought he had disguised it well, but his facade was hardly convincing in front of the shrewd Old Master Lawrence. The Old Master had already guessed the severity of the matter from the whiteness of his knuckles.
He narrowed his sharp eyes, as if pondering something, and said, "Up until now, I still donāt think she suits you..."
Just as he started to speak, the man with tightly pressed thin lips forcibly interrupted him, "Itās enough that I think she suits me! I think sheās perfect!"
The housekeeperās eyebrows twitched, particularly afraid that the two would argue again.
Itās important to know that the Old Lordās body still hasnāt recovered, and experts have said that he needs to relax and rest for a while.
A few days ago, the Second Young Master had already hurt the Old Lordās heart because of Ms. Skye.
If the Young Master has another dispute with the Old Lord because of Ms. Clark, the Old Lordās health might not be able to bear it.
Unexpectedly, Old Master Lawrence did not get angry. He merely gave him a meaningful look and said calmly, "What you think doesnāt matter; a relationship needs the mutual consent of two people. You may think sheās suitable, but Ms. Clark may not think you are."
"..." Baron Lawrenceās jaw tightened at his sharp words, his thin lips forming a straight line.
Enna Clark... does she still think heās suitable?
Even he couldnāt confidently affirm that Enna Clark still sees him as the one.
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Lyle Westbrook...
In Baron Lawrenceās mind, the image of the two holding hands emerged again, the manās gentle demeanor - clearly, this was love down to the bone!
Damn it, he should never have let that man go because of Gigi!
From the start, he should have done away with him.
Without Lyle Westbrook, none of this would be happening!
He thought of the 52,000 roses, and then the necklace around Enna Clarkās neck, and the veins on his temples throbbed violently with rage. The wound on the back of his hand nearly split open from clenching too hard. He gathered the storm in his eyes, and in a gloomy voice said, "Thatās for others. For me, itās enough if I think itās suitable!"
He wouldnāt give Lyle Westbrook any chance! Even if Enna Clark broke up with him now, he had other ways to keep her by his side! Even if he had to use underhanded means, he would make Enna Clark stay!
Lyle Westbrook... donāt even think about it!
Old Master Lawrence clearly saw a series of changes in his expressions, and was somewhat startled when he saw the possessiveness in his eyes. Yet, it was something he had expected.
"Is that so?" He changed his previous attitude and didnāt forcefully demand that they separate, only hinted meaningfully, "Feelings are like a kiteās string, one person flies, and one person holds. If the holder lets go too loose, the kite will use up its line sooner or later. If the holder grips too tight, the string will snap eventually. Whether flying a kite or managing feelings, the one who can keep the kite long-term is the winner."
Baron Lawrence caught his words, obstinately stating, "So this story tells us one thing: the kite is safest when held in oneās own hands. If you donāt let go, you wonāt fear using up the string, nor fear the string snapping!"
Old Master Lawrence really wanted to use the dragon-headed cane in his hand to hit him on the head. Is that what he meant! He was clearly saying that feelings canāt be managed with sheer force!
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