W Airport.
When Lyle Westbrook walked towards her holding flowers, Enna Clark instinctively straightened her spine and wanted to step back.
But the airport staff, standing next to her, kept pushing her forward more excitedly than she was, "Ms. Clark, Ms. Clark, Young Master Lyle is coming."
Enna stumbled forward a step from the pushing, as if intentionally meeting him. By the time she steadied herself, Lyle Westbrook was already standing in front of her.
He was about as tall as Baron Lawrence, and against the light, he really looked like an angel. Especially those dazzling peach blossom eyes, sparkling and hard to ignore.
"Enna." Lyle Westbrook's voice was gentle, with a slight huskiness that betrayed his nervousness.
