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

Chapter 91 She‘d Be More Than Happy

 After dinner, the Old Master went upstairs to rest.

Rosalie followed him upstairs and gave him another check–up. Once she came back downstairs, she bid everyone goodbye. Andrius said, “It‘s late. Why don‘t I send you home?” Rosalie declined with a smile. “It‘s alright. You have other guests, so you should stay and keep them company. Andrius did not continue to insist. He simply said, “In that case, have a safe trip home. Oh, and don‘t take my grandfather‘s words to heart. He’s getting older now, so he’s always worried about these pointless things.” Rosalie smiled, then turned and left.

“It’s late and I still have work to take care of. I have to take my leave too,” Byron said in his low voice as he watched Rosalie walk out of the villa.

Alarms rang in Wendy‘s head, and she quickly stood up to leave as well. “I was just going to head out myself. Let‘s go together.” Byron rejected her calmly. “No, it‘s fine. We’re heading in opposite directions. See you.” He turned and left without giving her the time to say another word. Wendy watched his cold and distant back, her body frozen on the spot and her expression stiff.

their meal earlier, he had the feeling that

Andrea called out to her in confusion when she saw Wendy frozen in place. Her voice brought Wendy back to her senses abruptly. Wendy forced a smile and said, “I have work to take care of too, so I‘ll get out of your hair now.” Andrius and Andrea could tell that there was something not quite right

also know that she’s Byron‘s ex–wife! Seriously, I can‘t believe the

completely taken aback at first, but he gradually began to process that information No wonder he kept feeling like there was something between

Dr. Jacobs was that woman from six

getting into her car, Rosalie thought back to their conversation over the dinner

in the car before she slowly started up the engine. Suddenly, someone tapped on her car window twice. She turned around to look at them,

her window two more times

matter?” Byron stood tall next to her car, raising a brow composedly at her question. “I didn‘t drive here. If it‘s convenient for you, mind if I hitch a