Seeing the expression on Rosalie's face, there was another dull pain in Byron’s heart.

Rather than see this expression of the woman's, he would rather have the woman wake up and look at him distantly with those beautiful eyes.

After all, this appearance of the woman only made him recall their relationship six years ago.

At that time, the woman only had eyes for him.

However, he had turned a blind eye to the woman's desire and in the end, the woman left him, disheartened.

Rosalie's current appearance seemed to have reminded him that it was all his fault that they were where they were today.

Byron frowned in a self-deprecating manner. He looked away from Rosalie and said again, "You drank too much, drink some water and clear your head a little."

Rosalie did not respond for a long time after he said that.

Just as Byron wanted to look down, he felt a sinking in his chest again.

"Byron, the stage play, was it really an accident..." Rosalie's voice became softer and softer before it