"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 displeased as he watched her walked away.

‘The reason Rosalie didn’t sleep well last night. That hickey explains everything!

‘I can't wait any longer!’

Rosalie came out of the banquet hall and into the tearoom. She had a cup of tea to feel better.

Recently, Xander's attitude made her uncomfortable.

Coincidentally, Byron sent a text to show concern.

[Hey, how are you feeling? If you can't take it, go back and rest. Don't rush the research."]

Rosalie's heart warmed slightly from the man's co