Enna Clark stood still, facing those bitter eyes. For some reason, a sense of guilt surged in her heart. She took a deep breath, calmed down, and answered, "Yes, it's me."
"So Enna, do I have no chance?" Lyle Westbrook's eyes were filled with sorrow, deep sorrow. At this moment, he looked just like an angel who accidentally fell down.
Enna Clark's throat felt like it was stuck, but she still sincerely said, "Lyle Westbrook, sometimes love depends on fate. You will definitely meet your destined love."
"..." But the fate he wanted was with her!
"I really thank you, whether it's for Gigi or for myself, you have helped me more than once. If there's another way I can express my gratitude, I'm willing to do anything."
Could she not be willing to love him?
Lyle Westbrook's lips were pale, perhaps because of the intense emotional fluctuations, his heart thudded heavily, and he suddenly bent over, suppressing a cough with his hand.
