Enna Clark was speechless.
She bit her lower lip.
Hesitated for a moment.
Baron Lawrence never really had much hope, after all, this woman was used to being reserved.
Just when he had lost hope.
Suddenly.
"Baron Lawrence—I like you—"
Loud enough for him to hear clearly.
"Baron Lawrence—Happy honeymoon—"
Enna Clark shouted out what she felt in her heart, and it felt much better than the old habit of holding back.
She did like him all along.
If she didn't like him, would she be crazy enough to marry him?
The fact that she likes him, nothing more to say.
Her feelings are reasonable, rational, and legal.
"Baron Lawrence—Thank you—"
Compared to the previous two, this is what she wanted to say the most.
Thank you for meeting you, thank you for arranging all this, thank you for the little surprises in life, thank you for always being there, thank you for finally marrying me...
