"Yes, I adore Estie too. But that doesn't mean I'll be willing to marry you just because of her."

Rosalie kept speaking. "The experience six years ago is still vivid in my head. I won't let myself repeat the same mistakes. You don’t need to waste your efforts anymore."

She could feel his sharp and deep gaze falling on her, making her heart inexplicably tense.

Fortunately, she was able to finish what she wanted to say.

Byron stared at her for a long time and tried to explain himself. The words had already reached his lips, but they were all blocked by Rosalie's last words.

Six years ago, he owed this woman too much and hurt her too deeply.

It was understandable that she did not believe him.

No matter how much he said, the woman might not be able to accept, and she might still feel that he was just giving excuses.

Thinking of this, Byron frowned and switched gears instead. "It was my fault that I used Estie as an excuse before. I’m sorry. As for whether I really like you, you can