"Is something the matter, President Lawrence?"

Rosalie stopped and looked at the man behind her detachedly, as though he was nothing more than a stranger.

Byron frowned deeply as he met her gaze.

Her attitude toward him was the reason why he reached out to her as she was moving away, surprising even himself.

It felt to him like she would truly vanish from his sight if he did not reach out to her.

He did not respond, so Rosalie tried to pull her wrist away with a frown. "If there isn't anything, please let go. I need to get to work."

Both of them were very good-looking, and the parents who sent their children here were all prolific members of society as well. Almost all of them knew who Byron was.

As such, Byron and Rosalie were already starting to attract some stares.

Rosalie was terrified that rumors would start circulating about them if they kept getting tangled up like this.

That would cause her another boatload of trouble.

Byron noticed that she was struggling against