Chapter 165

Chapter 165 What Is Your Relationship With Martin?

Byron grabbed Rosalie and practically dragged her out of the banquet in full view of the crowd. Rosalie tried to break free several times, but the man‘s grip was so tight that he did not even give her the chance to break free at all. His grip on her wrist only loosened when they made it outside the villa.

Rosalie gritted her teeth as she pulled herself away. She took two steps back to distance herself.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I can get home just fine by myself. There‘s no need to trouble yourself to send me back personally. Moreover, your mother and fiancee are still inside. It would be better for you to go back and accompany thern!”

With that, she wanted to walk past the man to the gate of the manor.

She intended to go back by herself from the very beginning and did not expect the situation to evolve into this. Even more so, she did not expect Byron to do that in front of so many people. Rosalie‘s mind was a mess. She just wanted things to quiet down for a while.

Just as she walked to the man‘s side, her wrist was grabbed by a large hand again. His grip was even stronger than before.

Rosalie stopped abruptly. She suppressed the chaos in her heart and tried to look at the person beside her calmly. “Is something else the matter, President Lawrence?”

Byron frowned and looked straight into her eyes only to see indifference. He recalled the woman‘s smiling appearance when she was chatting with Leon just now and displeasure flashed through his heart.

“I‘ve already said it. I just want to see my daughter and will send you back as it‘s convenient to do so.

In addition, I also hope my daughter can get some rest earlier, so don‘t waste time and get into the car with me.”

“I drove here myself, and Mrs. Zora is at home. President Lawrence, you can go ahead first.” Rosalie insisted.

Seeing her repeatedly refuse him, Byron‘s expression sank. There was faint anger in his eyes.” If I recall correctly, you drank just now. Are you about to drink and drive?”

Rosalie frowned slightly but did not answer immediately. Without waiting for her response, the man gripped her wrist forcefully and dragged her to the side of the car.

Rosalie could not get free of him and was unable to refute the reasoning Byron gave.

He wanted to go see Estie. He was not making the trip especially to send her back. If she refused again, it would appear as if she was assuming that he liked her.

Besides, she did have two drinks at the banquet just now. When the two of them came over, Luther already had the car door open for them. He was just waiting for them to get in.

Rosalie was still a little reluctant.

“Weren‘t you in a hurry to go home just now? Or was that an excuse because you didn‘t want to remain at the banquet?” Byron questioned in his deep voice. Hearing this, Rosalie ended up getting into the car.

The man followed her in and sat beside her. Rosalie silently moved herself to the window and distanced herself from him. The expression on her face was unsightly. The two of them were silent the entire journey home. Luther tried to diminish his sense of existence as he drove silently.

There was dead silence in the car.

Byron looked at the woman‘s side profile through the window, his gaze dark and obscure.

The woman had talked to the man at the dinner banquet just now with a smile on her face. Now, she was wearing such an expression when she was with him.

The more Byron thought about this, the unhappier he became. In the end, he could not help but open his mouth to break the silence.

“What‘s your relationship with the man from the Martin family? He said you two were very familiar.”

Hearing this question all of a sudden, Rosalie could not help but be stunned before frowning and glancing at him coldly. “What does my relationship with him have to do with you?” With that, she withdrew her gaze indifferently and turned to look out the window. It was obvious she no longer planned to talk The car fell into dead silence again.

The low pressure that was surrounding Byron almost solidified.

Luther wished he did not exist. He was even breathing carefully, for fear of attracting both of their attention.