When Byron heard her, he frowned and gazed solemnly at the woman with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

If he had heard her correctly, the fact the woman was asking such questions meant she was warming up to him.

Rosalie’s gaze wavered when the man met her eyes, and she pretended to remain calm as she moved her gaze elsewhere.

A brief moment later, Byron’s deep voice rang out. “I’ve never liked her, nor will I ever marry her. So, there’s nothing to explain.”

A surprised look briefly appear