Baron Lawrence's behavior was just too natural; since that night he said he'd like to take a look at her, it felt like he had started regarding her as his possession.
Of course, Enna Clark still wanted to make him remember.
No matter what, they had shared so many memories together, and she didn't want to be the only one who remembered them.
Enna Clark was picking at the stir-fried pork liver while thinking of a solution.
Watching dolphins, meteor showers, movies, tomato and egg noodles, and hot air ballooning had all failed. What else could touch his nerves?
Enna Clark couldn't come up with any good ideas for the moment.
She couldn't possibly take him to Capital City, and have him live across from her again, could she?
That was unrealistic.