This bastard.

River had not changed at all.

Even as Rosalie glared at him, he leaned halfway across the table, stretching out a hand to lightly tap her forehead.

“Rosalie, you look too serious when you glare. I prefer you smiling.” His tone was infuriatingly fond.

Rosalie smacked his hand away and stood abruptly, her expression icy.

“River. Come outside with me now. I have something to say to you.”

River replied with an innocent smile, “Can’t we talk here?”

She ignored him, turning on her