"Do you feel suffocated? Angry? Want to slap me back?" Enna Clark looked at her coldly with bright eyes, her lips lightly touching, each word hitting Miranda Lewis's nerves perfectly.
Miranda's eyes were almost shooting fire, holding back with gritted teeth. She was restraining herself so hard that the muscles in her cheeks twitched, making her expression look both like crying and not crying, her whole face contorted terribly. She forced a grin begging for mercy at Enna, "Enna... you've misunderstood me... I didn't..."
"Even if you did, it doesn't matter. Because even if you wish, it's in vain!" Enna interrupted her indifferently, "Miranda, don't say I don't believe there's something between you and Baron Lawrence, even if there is, you'd best put away those little thoughts in front of me. Otherwise, I don't mind slapping you away. If you don't believe it, you can try, see if I touched you, whether Baron Lawrence will come out to help you. Divorce me, then marry you."
