"Is something the matter, President Lawrence?"

Rosalie stopped and looked at the man behind her detachedly, as though he was nothing more than a stranger.

Byron frowned deeply as he met her gaze.

Her attitude toward him was the reason why he reached out to her as she was moving away, surprising even himself.

It felt to him like she would truly vanish from his sight if he did not reach out to her.

He did not respond, so Rosalie tried to pull her wrist away with a frown. "If there isn't an