When Byron heard her from the foot of the stairs, his frown was indiscernible. He turned around to look at the woman by the bedroom door in confusion.

Rosalie's brows and eyes drooped. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if she was regretting what she said.

Seeing this, he pulled his lower lip in deep thought. "Miss Jacobs, don't force yourself. I won’t change my mind because of dinner."

After speaking, the man nodded slightly to Rosalie. He turned around and headed downstairs ag