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

Chapter 227

Quite Attractive “God damn it, who dares spoil my fun?!”

Dr. Cain clutched his waist that was hurting from the kick and climbed to his feet with embarrassment. Before he could take a good look at the person in front of him, another fierce kick landed on his abdomen.

That person had kicked him viciously. It hurt so much that Dr. Cain felt himself break out in a cold sweat. He was bowed over for a long time, not saying anything.

Rosalie looked at the man in front of her that exuded a coldness from his entire body and could not help but be stunned. Internally, she was inexplicably calm. “Watch your hand. If you don’t want it, I don’t mind removing it for you.”

Byron was dressed in an expressive custom suit, his combed back hair revealing his sharp features. His lips were pressed into a line as his eyes and brows were filled with cruelty.

It took quite a bit before Dr. Cain calmed down. He looked up, saw the man’s face, and knew he .. was not just all talk. Dr. Cain’s face was instantly paled with fear.

“You misunderstood me. I know Miss Jacobs!” Dr. Cain hurriedly defended himself. “I just wanted to buy Dr. Jacobs a drink!” With that, Dr. Cain looked up at Rosalie pleadingly.

Rosalie thought of the man’s face just now, and her expression chilled. “I do know you, but I don’t think your behavior just now was just you wanting to buy me a drink!”

Dr. Cain looked at the man’s increasingly darkening expression and could not help shivering.

At the other end, seeing that his master had not come back after a long time, Luther came out to check on the situation. When he noticed the chaos here, he hurried over. “Sir.”

Byron retracted his gaze from Dr. Cain’s face and coldly ordered, “Take this man away. Also, look into his background and teach him a lesson.”

Luther glanced at the man to the side and bowed his head in agreement. Dr. Cain’s legs went weak. He was practically dragged away by Luther. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At that moment, Rosalie and Byron were left in the corridor.

Looking at the still cold man in front of her, Rosalie frowned slightly with a look of vigilance in her gaze. “Why are you here?” This was too much of a coincidence!

Byron did not answer immediately but scrutinized her.

He saw that the woman was dressed in a capable suit with a ruffled-collar shirt on the inside, looking, dignified yet playful Her lower body was covered in slim bell-bottomed pants that lined her long, slender legs. Her long hair was tied behind her ears, revealing her slender while neck The woman was so fair she seemed to glow. Perhaps from her having drunk alcohol, mist seemed to blanket her usually clear eyes. At the moment, she was looking at him calmly with saint vigilance in her eyes, looking just like a frightened deer.

Seeing the woman’s appearance, Byron’s eyes darkened slightly. Perhaps it was because of the effect of the alcohol that he found the woman who was keeping away from him a little attractive.

Not receiving a response after waiting a while, Rosalie pursed her lower lip and withdrew her gaze before calmly saying, “Thank you, President Lawrence, for helping me out of that mess. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back first. Many of my seniors are still waiting for me.”

With that, she was about to walk around and past the man.

Just as she did, however, the man’s voice sounded in her ears.

“Don’t get me wrong, Miss Jacobs. I just happened to have work matters here that required me to come I didn’t expect to meet you here.” Byron turned his body sideways and looked at the woman in front of him. There was vagueness in his voice. “It seems to be the same as the last time I helped you out, but not only did you not express anything, you even lumped me together as one of them and avoided me.”

The distance between them was small, and the smell of alcohol that came from both of them permeated the space between them.

Rosalie frowned at the thought of the first ume she had met him at the hotel after returning home Although she did not want to admiut, what the man said was true,