Chapter 82 Why Was He So Caring Toward Her? 

As soon as they were in the living room, Rosalie was pinned onto the couch.

The three little ones stuck closely to her like three little tails as they looked worriedly at her handkerchief–wrapped finger. Byron, on the other hand, was scouring the living room for a first aid kit.

Alas, Lucian got off the couch and took the first aid kit out from below the TV cabinet. He passed it to him.

Byron caressed Lucian‘s head, took the first aid kit, and stood beside Rosalie.

The little ones scampered away, giving him space. Byron sat down with an aloof expression. His icy aura caused the atmospheric pressure around him to have a major dip, but his actions were gentle. Rosalie lowered her gaze to watch him for a while before she could not help but avert it in feign calmness to look at the floor. If she were to continue watching him, she was afraid that she might cause some unwanted misunderstanding. This man. All he had for her was supposed to only be pure hatred, so why was he so caring toward her now?

wound, Byron took out a

relief. She got up to put some

and turned around, wanting to continue cleaning up. “What are you doing?” Byron‘s angry voice rang

as she was done speaking, Byron’s facial expression visibly

that this woman, even with such an impressive resume,

know what she had done wrong yet again. Could it be that

thought, Rosalie was ready to apologize before she heard Byron‘s

be in

Luther had just finished his dinner and was about to wash up before heading

a domestic helper here at No. 32, Empire Court within half an

more, Byron hung up. Looking at his dimmed phone screen, Luther, albeit confused, contacted a domestic helper agency and fetched the domestic helper personally. He escorted her to the address that his master

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