Rosalie's expression froze as he repeatedly mentioned the word ‘date.’

"Since you didn’t have time, you should’ve told me earlier and let me pick Estie up,” Byron said sharply.

Hearing her daddy's tone, Estie knew that her daddy was angry, and she could not help but feel anxious. "Daddy!"

Byron’s eyes darkened, and he looked down at the little girl beside him, realizing that his tone seemed a little cold.

It was true that he was furious when he saw the flowers in the woman's arms.

However,