"Baron Lawrence, Bobby is calling me." She struggles futilely, her eyes filled with panic.
His arms trap her as if they were iron vices, his stunning features reminiscent of Ancient Greek gods, as if he was at the breaking point of endurance, his lips move closer to hers, "I'm also asking you!"
"Enna Clark, if I tell you you're carrying a daughter, I will be extremely upset. Can you not keep the baby for my sake?"
"..."
His ardent breath blows on Enna Clark's face, his hawk-like eyes unnervingly serious, as if he obstinately needed to know an answer, "Would you not keep the baby for me?"
"This is purely a hypothetical question. Since it's a hypothetical, it presupposes non-existence, I cannot answer you." Enna Clark's eyes flickered briefly as she tried harder to push him away, "Move aside, Bobby is back."
A woman's intuition tells her, she must leave at once, otherwise Baron Lawrence's next words might be something she cannot accept!