Chapter 1401: Enna Clark, don't you care about how I am?

"I'm just outside," Olivia said.

Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows, his handsomeness utterly unmarred by the gesture, his dissatisfaction intensifying, "Why are you outside? Feeding the mosquitoes?"

Didn't she know that he was still injured and needed care?

Any other woman would have seized this opportunity to show their devotion, but from the moment he arrived at the villa to when Scott Harris helped him change his bandage, she'd been nowhere in sight.

What was so important outside that she had to stay there for so long?

Aliens or gold?

"No, the manager told me someone was looking for me, so I stepped out for a moment," Enna replied, pouring him a glass of water and placing it on the table.

The cold man's chiseled face softened considerably, though he still looked displeased, "Who was it? What did they want?"