They made it back to her manor. As Rosalie was about to help Mary out of the car, the man in front of them suddenly spoke up.

“If you’re worried about the kids, why did you go to a place like that?”

His expression in the rearview mirror was slightly cold.

Rosalie paused and said, “You make it sound like going to a bar is highly immoral, President Lawrence. Weren’t you there too?”

Byron said, “I was there for work, Miss Jacobs. Unlike you, I wasn’t surrounded by such pleasurable company.”

He was not hiding his hostility at all. Rosalie could not help but frown, recalling his words earlier at the bar.

“You’re a mother of two now, so I advise you to stay away from such vices. Even if you don’t care about your reputation, what about your children? If they knew their mother had gone to a place like that, having a good time with men she barely knew, I wonder what they would think,” Byron said softly.

This was not their first time discussing this topic.

Maybe it was the wine, but Rosa