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Seeing her reaction, Baron Lawrence regretted saying too much.
He was inwardly annoyed, his lips moved as he decided to apologise, but he couldnât bring himself to say it.
No matter what, it was her who first lashed out at him! He was in the wrong, but she was even more in the wrong!
Enna Clark, suppressing the hidden pain in her heart, tried to make herself look less pitiful, lowered her eyes, âI know. If you wish, you can make my life a living hell. â
âThatâs why I donât like you, and I never intended to. We have never been equals, you are above me, all I can do is obey you. This relationship is no different than that of a boss and an employee.â
Being a subordinate is better than what she is going through, at least when a boss is too much, a subordinate can quit. All she can do is bear it, just bear it!
âOk, youâre right, perhaps I am what you always call a âpretentious womanâ. If I were smarter, I would have just kept quiet. But I donât want to, if I donât like it, I donât like it, even if it meant saying it a thousand or ten thousand times. I still donât like it.â The most important thing is, she dare not like him, she was not privileged enough to like him.
Baron Lawrenceâs knuckles turned white from gripping too hard, he was desperately trying to control his emotions, but they had already built up to a breaking point.
âShit!â He abruptly let go of Enna Clarkâs hand, and suddenly swung his fist
The punch came with the sound of rushing air, Enna Clark shut her eyes tight, but stubbornly stood there, not moving a muscle. As expected, whenever she defies him, he throws a fit.
âBang!âThere was a massive thud.
A piece of the blackboard was smashed in.
The anticipated pain didnât come, Enna Clark opened her eyes in surprise, only to widen them in the next second.
The manâs face turned ashen. His jawline was tense, and his lips tightly pursed. His left hand was raised midair, covered in fresh blood which trickled down his hand, drop by drop.
Enna Clark had seen worse injuries, but for some reason, she was panicked this time. She quickly went over to check his wound.
âBack off!â
Baron Lawrence shrugged her off, his eyes dark and ominous. âYou wanted to leave me, so what are you doing coming closer?â âYour hand is bleeding, it needs immediate attention.â Did he think his fists were made of iron like the railings!
Enna Clark was both angry and remorseful.
At the same time, she found his temper even more frightening, and this newfound understanding made her even more fearful.
If that punch hadnât hit the blackboard but struck her instead⦠Enna Clark didnât dare to imagine. She was too scared to think about it, too scared to come any closer to him. Just like in the TV show, when Shancai was nearly undressed by the infuriated Daoming Si after their fight and dared not approach him afterwards. It was the fear that comes instinctively, a primal fear of a man. Baron Lawrence and Daoming Si were eerily similar in some regards.
They were unable to control themselves once they snapped.
Baron Lawrence had no idea that his actions had already frightened Enna Clark, he was still heavily battling with his emotions. Seeing Enna Clark approach, he darkened his face and flung his hand in irritation, âI told you to get lost!â
Caught off-guard, Enna Clark was pushed to the ground, the small of her back landing on the hard edge of the blackboard, causing her to wince in pain which turned her face pale.
His face changed colour, neglecting the blood on his hand, he quickly stepped forward to help Enna Clark, âAre you okay?â
Before he could assist her, Enna Clark stood up by herself, avoiding his hand, shaking her head, âIâm fine..â