My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 171 Take Care Of Your Own Business Rosalie seemed to sense a cold gaze watching her. Confused, she turned and looked around, but she could not see anything out of the ordinary. “What‘s the matter?” Leon noticed something was amiss and asked her concernedly. Rosalie pulled her gaze back and shook her head somewhat hesitantly. “It‘s nothing.” That was what she said, but Rosalie was a little distracted for the rest of the meal. That gaze was almost real. It did not seem like she was imagining it at all. However, she just could not figure out where it was coming from. It was only at the end of their meal that Rosalie forced herself to stop indulging her suspicions. Leon politely offered, “It‘s getting late. Shall I send you home?” Rosalie declined with a smile. “It‘s fine. I drove here, and I wouldn‘t want to trouble you.” Leon did not insist any further. The two of them left the restaurant, chatting cheerfully. Leon watched Rosalie get into her car before he turned around and got his, slowly driving out of the parking lot. Rosalie had just fastened her seatbelt and was about to start her car when someone suddenly opened her passenger side door. A man invited himself into her car, emanating an air of cold hostility. Rosalie was startled and froze for a moment before she instinctively glanced at him. She frowned abruptly when she saw who it was. “What are you up to this time, President Lawrence?” 

Byron closed the door expressionlessly. “Nothing. My car malfunctioned and you happened to be here. Please give me a ride, Miss Jacobs.” 

The cold aura around him was almost physically perceptible. Rosalie knew that the atmosphere would only get more awkward if she continued probing, so she shut her mouth and obediently started the engine. 

silent inside

gaze. He remembered how close she had been to Martin and how they had met each

break the silence at that. “Is Martin Lucian and Nox‘s father?” Rosalie was completely taken aback and bewildered. Where did

still sounded displeased. “Alright, so are you planning to make him their father?”

I get along, but please don‘t make such baseless conjectures. You‘ll just