Good Things Are Coming
When she said that, the Quirkes looked toward the door of the villa one after another. Rosalie also
subconsciously followed.
They saw Byron dressed in a black custom suit, which was carefully tailored to outline the man‘s toned
body. His hair was combed back, revealing his sharp facial features. A few strands of hair had fallen
onto his forehead, setting off the man‘s cold eyes. His entire person exuded an air of aloofness.
For a moment, all the guests‘ eyes fell on him.
Wendy was a few steps behind Byron. She wore a high–profile crow – black dress. Her carefully curled
hair hung on her chest, and her red lips were eye–catching. She was entirely wrapped around Melody‘s
arm affectionately while following Byron‘s steps closely.
Her dress looked like it matched Byron‘s suit, just like a couple. With how intimate she was with
Melody, it was practically an announcement to everyone that Wendy would be the future young
mistress of the Lawrence family. Seeing this, Andrea glanced at Rosalie through the periphery of her
vision and noted that there seemed to be no expression on her face. A touch of displeasure crossed
her heart. She deliberately grabbed her mother‘s arm and sighed loudly, “Wow, Byron and Wendy are a
good match!”
Clara did not know what they were planning. She only knew that the Fullers and Lawrences had been
really close these past years and Wendy had been by Byron‘s side this entire time She nodded
approvingly. “It looks like we‘ll be hearing good news soon.”
Hearing their words, Rosalie‘s gaze fluctuated for a moment. She calmed the emotions in her eyes and
cleared her head again.
To the side, Andrius thought of the entanglement between Rosalie and Byron. He subconsciously
looked at the woman beside him. However, seeing her calm expression, he was internally a little
surprised. Byron was not happy with the crowds‘ gazes, and his gaze turned colder. He strode to the
center of the birthday banquet without looking back, wanting to say hello to Old Man Quirke and then
look for an excuse to separate himself from Wendy. Clara and Zavier were on good terms with the
Lawrences. They also strode over to greet their guests with a smile. “You‘re all here. This is…” As they
spoke, they looked at Melody tacitly.
Melody smiled noncommittally.
Wendy, who was on the other side, was displaying some shyness. She greeted the two elders politely
and quietly listened to their conversation.
They walked toward the old master as they conversed. Seeing them coming over, a hint of panic
crossed Rosalie‘s heart as she wanted to bid the old master goodbye.
Just as she was about to speak, a guest came by to say hello. Rosalie could only keep quiet, having
missed the best time to leave. A moment later, Byron and his party stopped in front of them. Rosalie
bowed her head, trying to minimize her existence as much as possible. A deep greeting first sounded
in her ears, then the old master‘s own happy greetings.
Following this, she felt a vague gaze landing heavily upon herself. Rosalie sensed the gaze, and her
hands that hung on her sides clenched tightly. She raised her eyes to look at him. When the old master
mentioned her, she nodded politely to them.
Byron‘s gaze had locked onto her since the start. Byron had noticed Rosalie‘s presence the moment
Master and Madam Quirke came toward them to welcome them. He saw the little woman standing
quietly beside the old master, donned in a white dress with elegant makeup. Her expression was
indifferent from the beginning. She looked like a white swan that would fly away at any time. Although
she had not deliberately dressed up, she was still eye–catching
The woman had also obviously noticed his appearance but continuously kept her head bowed,
unwilling to look at him.
The more she acted like this, the more Byron wanted to see her expression. Melody noticed her son‘s
absentmindedness and followed his gaze. When she saw Rosalie‘s face, her eyes went slightly cold.
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