As soon as Rosalie asked the question, she clearly felt an unspoken storm surrounding them.

Without looking, she knew that the source of the storm was coming from the man beside her.

Rosalie dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself not to turn her head to look and pretending that he did not exist.

Byron’s question just now made her feel nervous. Thinking of the inexplicable confession before, Rosalie was afraid that he would make more excessive demands.

On the other end, Xander frowned a