Enna Clark was still immersed in the song from earlier. When he approached, she quickly handed her phone to him, "I got it on camera, take a look."
Baron Lawrence didn't look at the phone; instead, he grabbed her wrist and held it tightly, making a possessive demand, "From now on, remember, your phone can only capture me and you can only listen to my songs!"
So, in her eyes, she would only be able to see him.
No other man was worthy!
Enna had encountered possessiveness before, but never like this.
But this possessiveness wasn't at all off-putting.
Baron Lawrence was just that, a possessive and paranoid man, dominant yet childishly so!
Her lips curved into a smile, and she chuckled, "Okay."
"However, Baron Lawrence, when did you learn this song?"
She had thought he didn't listen to music usually, and if he did, she assumed it would be instrumental music like violin pieces, cello, or piano ensembles of that sort.
