As the man approached them, Mason glanced at his friends nearby and gathered the courage to stand in his way. "Do you know this woman?"

Byron slowed down and glanced at the man expressionlessly for a moment before settling his gaze on Rosalie.

Her eyes were lowered and her lips pursed. She had no intention of asking him for help.

Byron felt nothing but a deep sense of irony.

Even now, she still wanted to avoid him.

In that case, he would do as she wanted.

He pulled his gaze back and said