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“But it’s my birthday…” Her birthday is the day after tomorrow, right?

Her words were cut off halfway through, “I have to fly to Country A the day after tomorrow, and I won’t be here. Tomorrow, I have several important meetings, so I won’t have time.”

So, is he celebrating her birthday in advance today? Enna Clark couldn’t quite describe how she felt, but she suddenly thought the man in front of her wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. Her lips moved, and after a long while, she heard her own hoarse voice say, “Actually, you don’t have to celebrate my birthday specifically. I’m not used to having birthday celebrations.”

Ever since she was little, she never needed to celebrate her birthday.

That Juliet Jordan could tolerate her living in the Clark family was already the most significant concession. She couldn’t possibly be magnanimous enough to remember the birthday of her ‘husband’s betrayal evidence’, let alone bring it up voluntarily to aggravate herself. Dad…perhaps for the same reason, he never mentioned her birthday either.

Auntie always blamed her for the death of her birth mother and never thought about celebrating her birthday. Only Grandpa would give her a piece of candy on that day, pat her head, and sigh incessantly. Even she herself had almost forgotten her own birthday.

Enna Clark was somewhat bewildered.

Celebrating a birthday… She remembered when she was young, watching Jasmine Clark having a lively birthday party, she would hide outside, not daring to go home, looking enviously through the window at her family’s happy gathering.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the sour taste in her heart, and exhaled.

It doesn’t matter; she’s grown up now and has Bobby. She’s no longer alone. Instead of envying Jasmine’s birthdays, she is now more satisfied with celebrating Bobby’s birthdays! She was never one to wallow in self-pity. As Grandpa always said, one must learn to be content to be happy.

Baron Lawrence observed her changing expressions. As he saw the gloom that filled her eyes when she mentioned her birthday, it felt like his heart was being tightly squeezed, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Enna Clark, you’ll get used to it in the future. You’ll have it every year.” His words were firm, like a promise.

Enna was shocked by his ‘every year’, her mouth moved, but before she could speak, she heard the man say, “I know you’re very touched right now, but you don’t need to thank me. Just behave better in the future, and make me less angry. That would be the best way to show your gratitude.”

‘ Enna’s face darkened, and the small flame of gratitude in her heart was extinguished.

He’s indeed a domineering maniac; she shouldn’t have thought too much about it..