The man standing in front of her hadn't yet reached out his hand, head bowed, looking at her.
Enna Clark could feel the low pressure surrounding him. Although she didn't understand what had happened, she still beamed, "Why are you just standing there? Try it. It really tastes better than before!"
As she spoke, she moved the chopsticks a little closer to him.
Baron Lawrence's obsidian-like eyes were filled with changing emotions, deeply gazing at her. That persistent look seemed like it was going to suck her in!
Enna was becoming more certain that something had happened from the way he looked at her.
If nothing was wrong, he wouldn't be staring at her like that.
She didn't intend to ask, sensing he might not want to talk about it. But seeing his gloomy demeanor, she bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke up, "Baron Lawrence, you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her wrist was firmly grasped by his hand.
