When Byron heard her from the foot of the stairs, his frown was indiscernible. He turned around to look at the woman by the bedroom door in confusion.

Rosalie's brows and eyes drooped. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if she was regretting what she said.

Seeing this, he pulled his lower lip in deep thought. "Miss Jacobs, don't force yourself. I won’t change my mind because of dinner."

After speaking, the man nodded slightly to Rosalie. He turned around and headed downstairs again to leave.

Hearing the movement, Rosalie raised her eyes and looked over. She sighed silently in her heart, then repeated herself. "Let's have dinner together. If you leave, Estie will definitely be sad.”

These words were for Byron, and she also said them to herself.

Just now, Byron mentioned herself six years ago. When Rosalie saw his back view as he left, she could not help but remember how she felt when she left.

Although the pain at that time was caused by this man, Rosalie was soft-h