Chapter 1721 - 1711: From now on, we are breaking up
Chapter 1721: Chapter 1711: From now on, we are breaking up
Enna Clark’s heart clenched with his fist, sinking. She blurted out, "I’ve had enough! If you hit him again, we’re breaking up!"
Baron Lawrence’s fist had already reached Lyle Westbrook’s nose bridge, abruptly stopping. He turned his head suddenly, his gaze as fierce as if he wanted to kill, glaring intensely at Enna Clark’s face, "What did you say? Say it again."
Enna Clark was truly enraged to the extreme this time. She bit her lower lip and repeated, "I said if you hit him again, we’re breaking up."
We’re breaking up!
Breaking up!
Baron Lawrence’s heart plummeted into the abyss, crashing so hard that it was bleeding profusely. His dark hawk-like eyes were filled with murderous ferocity, "Enna Clark, you’re breaking up with me for him?"
Enna Clark took a deep breath, clenched her fist, "Yes."
She knew what he meant was galaxies apart from why she said those words, but his actions today had enraged her.
She was exhausted both mentally and physically, and her period was unbearably painful. She didn’t want to argue with him anymore.
With her acknowledgment, Baron’s eyes narrowed into needle-like points.
The fist that froze in mid-air suddenly slammed down.
But it didn’t land on Lyle Westbrook’s face; it hit the wall beside him.
"Bang!" echoed the sound.
Enna Clark saw the wound she had painstakingly wrapped for him burst open again, and the bandage was covered in blood.
She instinctively frowned and stepped forward.
Baron Lawrence, though, didn’t give her a chance, his handsome face turned steely, gazing at her face, word by word, "Fine! Break up, then break up! Enna Clark, listen up, from this moment, we’re done!"
From this moment, we’re done!
"Lord!" Scott Harris shouted, unable to stop himself, hoping he wouldn’t do anything rash.
But Baron Lawrence wasn’t listening to anything now; he only wanted to kill.
After those breakup words left his mouth, his pupils turned red.
Afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might take this woman’s hand and do something irreparable.
He gripped his fist tightly, as if unaware of his own hand’s injury, walking away without looking back—
"Lord..." Scott Harris hadn’t expected things to escalate like this and worriedly glanced at Enna Clark before chasing after him.
Enna Clark stood her ground with her back tense, standing straight.
Lyle Westbrook looked at her pale face and lips pressed in whiteness, feeling as if something was suffocating his heart, unable to breathe. He let out a long sigh, wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth, and walked up to Enna Clark with a complicated expression.
"Enna."
The person frozen in place suddenly came to life, barely managed a smile, apologizing, "I’m sorry about today, I didn’t expect to drag you into this."
"..." Lyle Westbrook didn’t speak or move, just looked at her with eyes full of concern.
Enna Clark didn’t notice his change in expression; though she smiled, the smile was worse than none at all, "And yesterday... I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. I..."
"I know."
He had seen.
Initially, he hadn’t noticed anyone at the stairs, but later he sensed her presence; he just didn’t confront her.
He indeed had a selfish moment then, suddenly wanting to know what she would do if she found out.