Lyle Westbrook wondered why she would offer to compensate him. "No need."
Enna Clark didn't want to owe him, and pressed her business card into his hand, eyes filled again with an apology as she spoke, "I'm so sorry, I should have invited you for a meal since we met, but I really have something urgent to do now. I have to leave first."
Her soft hand rested on his own for a moment, then quickly withdrew.
Lyle Westbrook couldn't articulate the sense of loss he felt.
He pursed his lips and suddenly called out to the person about to get into the car, "Enna, you don't look well. Do you need my help?"
Enna Clark glanced at him with gratitude, shook her head, and politely declined, "It's nothing, I can handle it myself."
She noticed that Wyndham Howell had changed from before; his aura suggested that his status was anything but ordinary. But Baron Lawrence didn't like her getting too close to Wyndham Howell, and she didn't want to stir up trouble with Baron Lawrence over this.