"...I'm not angry."
It seemed more like he was the angry one.
Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows, shot her a glare, and said fiercely, "Are you going to change or not? If not, just keep wearing it!" After all, he hadn't had enough of seeing her in the wedding dress.
If it weren't for the other men on the plane, he wouldn't mind her continuing to wear the wedding dress.
Enna Clark really didn't want to keep wearing the wedding dress. They weren't at the wedding venue anymore, so wearing it still felt too strange.
She pursed her lips, "I want to change."
"But I'm not..." she wasn't angry.
"Then hurry up and change!"
Before she could finish speaking, she was pushed inside.
The door to the plane's lounge shut with a bang.
Enna Clark only heard a thud, and all that was left in front of her was the wall.
With no other choice, she picked up her clothes and went inside to change.
