Rosalie tried to calm herself down. She met Byron’s gaze indifferently and said gently, "Byron, the way you are now will only make me more unfamiliar with you."

Byron had always been calm and self-sustaining in her memory, even a little indifferent.

At least, that was how he was six years ago.

She could not figure out the Byron now.

Rosalie did not know if what she said had anything to do with it, but she felt the grip on her chin seem to be slowly easing off.

She was practically holding he