By the time Rosalie returned home, it was already nine.

When Rosalie got off the car, she felt remorseful and anxious upon thinking the little ones were alone at home.

She walked quickly into the villa.

As soon as she entered, she heard noises of the kids having fun and chasing each other.

Rosalie’s footsteps paused, and she looked inside in surprise.

At first, she thought it was Mary, but she saw Byron sitting on the sofa.

As if noticing the sound at the door, the man turned around.

Their eyes met, and Rosalie was surprised. “Why are you here?”

Byron said they would meet some other day.

When she came back, the little ones stopped playing and approached her.

“Mommy, you’re so late! Daddy has been waiting so long!”

Rosalie tried to appease the kids by touching their heads, yet her gaze was on Byron.

The man sat on the sofa with his shirt’s buttons slightly open and his long legs folded, looking relaxed.

Seeing him like this, Rosalie could not help herself from imagining him