"I'm just wondering if you're actually going to buy it?" Enna Clark said, unafraid of his words.
"Can't I?" Baron Lawrence's tone became even more dissatisfied, his grip on her hand tightening.
Enna Clark frowned as her hand was gripped, struggled a bit but couldn't break free, and said with frustration, "It's not that you can't, but would you wear it if you bought it?"
There's no point in buying it if you're not going to wear it.
The domineering man released her wrist at that moment, turned his head away, and dropped the sentence, "If you wear it, I will too."
"..."
If you wear it, I will too!
Enna Clark didn't come back to her senses for a long time, staring blankly at his half-covered face, feeling a surge of emotions in her heart.
Her heart began to throb, a powerful and rhythmic beating.
Her cheeks grew involuntarily warm, and though it wasn't very noticeable, she still fanned her face as if to conceal it.
