"What's the matter? I don't think you had even a drop of wine?"

Xander looked at her with a concerned attitude. "Are you feeling unwell? What's going on? Do you want me to take your pulse?"

Then, he reached out to grab Rosalie's wrist.

Rosalie pursed her lips and smiled. "I’m good. I just didn't sleep well last night, now I’m little sleepy. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves, I’ll step out for some air."

Avoiding Xander's touch, she backed away calmly, nodded, then left.

Once again, Xander was d