Rosalie Jacobs paused and looked back in confusion.
Byron Lawrence frowned deeply, "It's four o'clock in the morning, you’ve barely slept. I wouldn’t dare let you drive back like this. Besides, if you leave now, I can't possibly explain to Estie. You promised her that you won’t leave, if she wakes up tomorrow and can't find you, she will throw a fit. She might even run directly to your house. Estie has not fully recovered, what if she gets sick again?"
Rosalie Jacobs frowned at his request. The dream just now had made her uneasy and she didn't want to stay any longer around this man.
However, she did promise the little girl that she would not leave...
Seeing her dismayed look, his face darkened, and his tone became cold, "Don't worry, the only time that Estie can trouble you is now. In the future, if it's okay, I won't let her disturb your life again."
After that, he released his grip around her wrist.
Rosalie felt that his words sounded a little thorny and strange, which made he
