The last sentence, 'I'm worried too,' Wendy Hanson said lightly, restrained and charming, with softness mixed with admiration, enough to move a man's heart.
Unfortunately, the person she faced was Baron Lawrence, so she was destined to be thwarted today.
"Why do you care if I'm anxious?" Baron Lawrence's demeanor was icy, an obvious impatience on his handsome face, showing no regard for her.
Wendy Hanson wasn't clueless, Baron Lawrence's attitude was so apparent, she couldn't possibly miss it. Her composed, charming expression froze, feeling a bit embarrassed, she said, "Brother Baron, our families have been longtime friends, I used to be with you..."
She wanted to say they had been matched before.
