Take Care Of Your Own Business
Rosalie seemed to sense a cold gaze watching her. Confused, she turned and looked around, but she
could not see anything out of the ordinary.
“What‘s the matter?” Leon noticed something was amiss and asked her concernedly. Rosalie pulled her
gaze back and shook her head somewhat hesitantly.
“It‘s nothing.” That was what she said, but Rosalie was a little distracted for the rest of the meal. That
gaze was almost real. It did not seem like she was imagining it at all. However, she just could not figure
out where it was coming from. It was only at the end of their meal that Rosalie forced herself to stop
indulging her suspicions. Leon politely offered, “It‘s getting late. Shall I send you home?” Rosalie
declined with a smile.
“It‘s fine. I drove here, and I wouldn‘t want to trouble you.” Leon did not insist any further. The two of
them left the restaurant, chatting cheerfully. Leon watched Rosalie get into her car before he turned
around and got his, slowly driving out of the parking lot. Rosalie had just fastened her seatbelt and was
about to start her car when someone suddenly opened her passenger side door.
A man invited himself into her car, emanating an air of cold hostility. Rosalie was startled and froze for
a moment before she instinctively glanced at him. She frowned abruptly when she saw who it was
“What are you up to this time, President Lawrence?”
Byron closed the door expressionlessly. “Nothing. My car malfunctioned and you happened to be here.
Please give me a ride, Miss Jacobs.”
The cold aura around him was almost physically perceptible. Rosalie knew that the atmosphere would
only get more awkward if she continued probing, so she shut her mouth and obediently started the
engine.
It was dead silent inside the car.
Byron stared at the woman next to him with a deep frown and a dark gaze. He remembered how close
she had been to Martin and how they had met each other in private. They were behaving just like
lovers would…
Byron could not help but break the silence at that. “Is Martin Lucian and Nox‘s father?” Rosalie was
completely taken aback and bewildered. Where did he get that idea from? Her reaction made his frown
deepen. “Is it really him?” Rosalie recovered, feeling exasperated. “It‘s all in your imagination.”
Byron still sounded displeased. “Alright, so are you planning to make him their father?”
Rosalie was even more flabbergasted now. “No. Leon and I get along, but please don‘t make such
baseless conjectures. You‘ll just cause us unnecessary trouble.”
Byron watched her expression closely and finally seemed to calm down slightly. “In that case. shouldn‘t
you maintain your distance from other men, for the boys‘ sake?”
He had been acting strangely since he got into the car tonight, Rosalie thought. He had been saying
things that made her uncomfortable, too. For some reason, she felt as though he was being sarcastic
and taunting her with those lines. She was getting a little annoyed with him, and his last words were
even more laughable.“ What right do you have to say that about me, President Lawrence?”
Byron could hear the barbs in her words. He frowned slightly. Rosalie slowed down the car in
accordance with the traffic and then turned to look at the man next to her. Her tone was slightly cold.
“Before you stick your nose into other people‘s lives, you should take care of your own business!”
“What do you mean by that?” Byron‘s expression darkened again.
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