After dinner, the three little ones sensibly went aside to play.

Byron specifically informed the manager that he would bring his children, so the manager changed the layout of the restaurant. He turned a corner into a small children's playground equipped with a lot of video games. The little ones had a great time.

Byron and Rosalie stood on the terrace, watching the night view.

"Thank you."

Rosalie turned her head to look at the man with gratefulness in her eyes.

Byron frowned slightly, his eyes showing a glint of playfulness. "Just thank you?"

Rosalie was slightly distressed. "Let's treat Young Master Quirke to dinner some other day. As for you, I haven't decided what to give you..."

She knew that Byron would not be satisfied with just a thank you.

Byron embraced her from behind, trapping her between himself and the railing. He handed her a glass of red wine.

Rosalie raised her hand to take it.

A deep voice whispered behind her, "I don't need a gift. You’ve already given me