Seeing how distant she was, Byron’s face sank slightly.

"Since President Lawrence is not done with his work, I shan’t bother you. I'll simply drink something, don’t need to mind me."

Rosalie nodded to him before turning around and heading to the bar.

As expected of the presidential suite, there were quite a few expensive alcohols at the bar. The several bottles of red wine were also some years old.

Rosalie did not know much about alcohol either; she only knew that red wine helps with sleep. After taking a look around, she opened one bottle.

Byron heard the bottle cap opening and turned to look at Rosalie's back. He could not see which bottle of wine she had opened and could only remind in a deep voice, "The aftereffects of red wine are strong, just drink a little."

Rosalie complied calmly.

The living room was quiet, only the sound of Rosalie pouring herself wine could be heard.

Byron’s attention had also been shifted over and he practically could not process the content of the