Chapter 62: Chapter 62: You have no emotional intelligence at all!
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A delicate sea dolphin bracelet lay quietly in the box, with the silver chain and the little dolphin complementing each other beautifully, making it impossible to look away.
Before she could react, the handsome man had already snatched the box, took out the bracelet, and forcibly put it on her wrist, “You’re not allowed to take it off! Not allowed to say you don’t want it! Not allowed to dislike it!”
So domineering…
Enna Clark spoke speechlessly, “I haven’t said anything yet.”
Baron Lawrence tightened his grip on her wrist, his eyes arrogant, “It’s best if you didn’t say anything. I’m just reminding you not to say anything. After all, your specialty is throwing cold water on me when I’m happy. You have no EQat all.
Being mocked for her lack of EQby a man with no EQhimself, Enna Clark had a face full of black lines.
Baron Lawrence, however, looked quite satisfied, leading her by the hand ashore.
“Young Master Lawrence, please enjoy.”
“Ms. Clark, please enjoy.”
As soon as they went ashore, waiting attendants immediately draped towels over them both.
“Hold this and wrap your legs.” Baron Lawrence tossed another towel at her.
“Thank you.” Enna had planned to get one herself to wrap her legs, so she naturally wrapped the towel around her waist, fashioning it into a small, ethnic-style skirt.
Seeing that she had only exposed a section of her white ankle, Baron Lawrence finally appeared satisfied and walked ahead, “Follow me.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’ve got something to show you.” He surprisingly provided a good-tempered explanation.
“…Alright.”
By now, the sun had completely set, leaving only a trace of twilight in the sky. The beach was lit with twinkling lights, which, from a distance, seemed like stars falling into the mortal world.
“What are you showing me?” Enna followed him to a table, still somewhat confused as he pushed her into a chair.
The table was empty, except for a rose vase and a few candles. Surely he hadn’t brought her here excitedly just to show her roses?
“You’ll know in a moment.” Baron Lawrence, a rare gentleman, pushed her chair in and walked over to the opposite side, taking a seat. Seeing her look bewildered, he snapped his fingers. Suddenly.
Waiters filed in, carrying trays of food.
A row of neatly grilled steaks spread before her. Along with the steaks came a huge bouquet of roses. A man in a tailcoat, holding a violin, walked quietly to a spot not far from the table, placed the violin on his shoulder, and began to play gracefully.
Flowers, music, steak, and even a surprise gift prepared for her.
Enna truly couldn’t understand what this man was up to.
About to ask but holding her tongue, she saw that the man across from her had elegantly picked up his knife and fork and was starting to eat. She swallowed her doubts and followed suit.
Finally finishing dinner, she was about to ask when the corner of her eye caught Scott Harris pushing a cake in their direction.
“Is it your birthday today?” Enna Clark asked Baron Lawrence in surprise.
Scott Harris chuckled, pushing the cake in front of her and explaining, “Lord’s birthday has already passed. This is prepared for Ms. Clark.”
“Me?” Enna Clark was truly dumbfounded now; she didn’t recall today being her birthday, “Baron Lawrence, did you make a mistake?”
“No mistake.” The addressed man hooked his thin lips, his eyes resolute, “Enna
Clark, I’m celebrating your birthday on purpose..”