Baron Lawrence looked at her with mocking eyes, his lips curling into a cold arc.
Such a poor performance, it's truly baffling why Adam Sinclair fell for it at eighteen. He's seen no fewer than a hundred women like Renee Anderson.
It's always the same deceitful faces, just seeing them is enough to make one sick.
Fortunately, Enna Clark is not like that.
Thinking of Enna, his gaze softened considerably, and when he looked at Renee again, he became even colder and more impatient.
Damn it, does she know she's awake? Is she feeling unwell anywhere? Is the doctor by her side? Does she know she's pregnant?
His thoughts had drifted eight hundred meters away, wishing he could return to the hospital immediately.
As he glared at Renee, his voice grew sharper and more impatient, "Are you guilt-free? Were you guilt-free when you drugged him? Don't tell me you drugged him just to sleep with Adam Sinclair."
Simple enough, brutal enough!
That's Baron Lawrence!
But also direct enough!
