The rain gradually stopped as the two reached the parking lot.

The custom-made suit that Byron used to shield them from the rain was already wet, and his arms holding up the suit were also soaked through.

Rosalie stood by the side of the car and watched him open the door. He casually threw the suit on the back seat. She hesitated for a moment, then finally opened the front passenger door and sat inside.

Soon, Byron also sat inside. He started the car slowly and drove toward her house.

"I wonder what they are doing now."

Rosalie found a topic amidst the awkward silence in the car.

Byron raised his eyes and looked at her face reflected in the rearview mirror. "Luther will take good care of them. If you’re worried, you can call him and ask."

Rosalie pursed her lips and smiled. "It’s okay. I believe that Luther will take good care of them too."

Speaking of the little ones, Rosalie could not help thinking of how they left without hesitation this morning.

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