Rosalie lowered her gaze and adjusted her expression. After suppressing her anger from before, she looked up, and said, "I don't know what I can do to compensate you. When I was out strolling in the afternoon, I found a coffee shop that was rather good. How about I invite you to have a cup of coffee there?"

Byron was noncommittal. "That’s fine."

With that, he slowly let go of the woman's wrist.

As he was leaving, his fingers accidentally touched the tender flesh on the inner side of the woman's wrist. Byron’s eyes darkened slightly. After letting go of her hand, he unconsciously clenched his fingers.

The coffee shop Rosalie mentioned was downstairs of the hotel. She and Leon came across it by chance when they got lost in the afternoon.

She invited Byron there not because she really thought that the coffee shop was special. It was just because she could only think of this place.

The two entered the coffee shop side by side. A waitress quickly greeted them, "Do you have a reservati