In the afternoon, the two were either arguing or playing games with the kids. Rosalie had not paid much attention to the man's face.

Now, it seemed that Byron's insomnia in the past few days may be really serious. There were blue-green shadows under his eye bags that were visible to the naked eye.

Moreover, it was rare for the man to sleep so soundly.

Even six years ago, the only few times they slept in the same bed, his nightly sleep was very shallow.

It was so shallow that as long as she got a little closer, the man would wake up immediately, then get out of bed and leave coldly.

Thinking of the experience six years ago, and then looking at the man sleeping in front of her now, Rosalie sighed.

"President Lawrence?" Rosalie called him softly twice, wanting to wake him up to facilitate her diagnosis and treatment.

However, the man did not respond at all.

Rosalie hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out her hand cautiously and held the man's wrist hanging to one side.

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