Rosalie looked straight into Byron's eyes as if questioning him why he doubted her like those people.

Byron was stunned for a moment.

Speechless from what she said just now, there was a faint trace of frustration in his eyes. When he spoke again, his tone softened. "I didn't mean it that way."

He just did not want to see this woman leave together with another man.

Rosalie's face had cooled down, and her tone was full of sarcasm. "Then what exactly do you mean, President Lawrence?"

Byron frowned, glanced at Xander on the other side, and put it another way. "There was such a big commotion just now. If someone sees Young Master Xander taking you home in person again, my efforts just now will be in vain."

The man's eyes slowly moved from Xander to Rosalie's face, and he made an appeal solemnly. "Although you didn't seem too thrilled with my intervention earlier, I don't want to be dismissed so quickly. I ask for you to reconsider what I just said."

Hearing this, Rosalie's eyes trem