Rosalie had not snapped out of her gloomy mood even after Byron hung up the call. Suddenly, a knock came on the room door.

“Mommy!”

When she opened the door, she saw the two little ones standing in her doorway.

The little ones had been waiting in their room all afternoon. However, when their mother did not come out to call them, they could not help themselves to come and call her.

Rosalie suppressed the strange feeling in her and forced a smile.

The little ones, however, were sensitive to her mood. They noticed something strange about her.

Nox carefully tugged Rosalie’s shirt. “Mommy, what’s wrong with you?”

Meanwhile, Lucian stared at her silently, trying to observe something from her expression.

Rosalie smiled. “Nothing. Mommy just had a nightmare.”

Hearing this, Nox looked at her brother suspiciously.

Apparently, neither of the little ones believed this.

Rosalie knew the little ones were suspicious about it and felt helpless.

She could not see through her two kids’ acts.