Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Enna Clark’s Firm Attitude

Enna Clark’s eyes turned cold, “Someone of her own?” Was Miranda Lewis persuading her to find a mistress for Baron Lawrence?

“Someone you trust that won’t betray you. Like a relative, or a good friend.” She paused briefly, and added as if she was considering for Enna Clark, “Relatives are the best option, they can be trusted as there’s a blood relationship.”

Enna wasn’t a fool; she could see what Miranda was trying to hint at.

She curved her lips in a smirk, a hint of mockery in her gaze as she stared at Miranda, “Just cut to the chase and tell me that you want to be the one by Baron Lawrence’s side.”

“Enna, I’m considering for your sake. Mr. Lawrence will be marrying soon; you have to plan for your own future.” Miranda advised earnestly.

Enna’s mocking gaze deepened. Under that mocking look, Miranda felt like she had nowhere to hide. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t continue what she was going to say.

“Have you finished? If so, it’s my turn.” Enna was extremely cold, she stated straightly, “He wouldn’t marry anybody else, I believe in him! If that day really comes, I don’t need anybody’s help!”

If there was really such a day, she and Baron Lawrence would have no future because, by then, they would have broken up!

“And we’re not even close, so stop pretending to be familiar with me in the future, it’s really annoying!”

Having said that, Enna didn’t pay Miranda any attention anymore. She picked up Bobby, brushing past Miranda, and stepped into the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Bobby glanced at her several times, evidently unable to bear it any longer, and with his usual coolness, he reassured her ambiguously, “Don’t worry, even a dubious man wouldn’t be interested in that ugly witch. She is just disgusting.”

Enna, burdened with her worries, managed a small smile but didn’t respond.

She was not worried that Baron Lawrence might be interested in Miranda. She was still thinking about the previous phone call and the scene she accidentally witnessed.

Bobby didn’t see Baron Lawrence or the car, so his mood was not affected at all. As soon as they reached the hotel room, he immediately switched on the TV, flipped it to Boonie Bears, and without turning his head, he yelled, “Woman, I want to eat an apple.”

“Okay.” Enna was still thinking about what had just happened and was somewhat absent-minded. Hearing Bobby’s request, she unconsciously picked up a pear from the fruit platter and began to peel it.

Bobby glanced sideways and noticed that she held a pear in her hand. He shifted his gaze from the television to her, tilted his head, looking puzzled, “Woman, what’s wrong? Why are you so absent-minded? Are you still bothered by that ugly witch’s words?”

His woman was so distracted that she couldn’t even tell the difference between an apple and a pear.

“Ah?” Only then did Enna belatedly realise that she had mistaken the apple for a pear. She looked apologetic, “I’m sorry, Bob, I didn’t pay attention and took the wrong fruit. I’ll peel another one for you.”

Before Bobby could say anything, the sound of the entrance hall door clicked open and a tall, arrogant figure appeared at the doorway—

“The dubious man is back.”

A sudden tightness seized Enna’s heart, her hand holding the knife slipped, and the fruit knife slid from the half-peeled pear and accidentally cut her thumb.

Blood flowed out immediately.

“Ah—” she hissed in pain.

Bobby, who was sitting next to her, hadn’t noticed yet, but the man who had just walked into the entrance hall immediately spotted it. His falcon eyes darkened, and he rushed to her side like a whirlwind, lifted her bleeding hand, directly popped her finger into his mouth—