"..."
When had she ever been noisy?
Enna Clark didn't dwell on this, instead looking at him worriedly, "Baron Lawrence, are you okay? Did you feel uncomfortable just now? Did the seat belt chafe against your shoulder wound?"
His face had suddenly turned so pale; she was truly concerned.
The image that had flashed before her eyes a moment ago was still vivid in her mind, Baron Lawrence's gaze was filled with complexity as he unblinkingly locked onto her small face, identical to the one in the image. The palpitations hadn't subsided, and every time she thought of herself in the Rolls-Royce plunging into the ocean, her heart felt as if it was being thrown into a meat grinder, tightening with each pulse!
He quickly suppressed the erratic tightness in his heart, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Enna Clark, look down."
"What?" She was still worried about his health and didn't catch on at once.
Baron Lawrence had already turned her head, making her look down.
"Look down!"
