My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball
Chapter 239

Chapter 239 Go Accompany Your Future Wife, President Lawrence

Back in her room, Rosalie's expression turned somewhat ugly. Her mind was also empty as she sat down on the bed and spaced out. She did not think she would meet Byron here and especially did not think that Wendy would come chasing over. If the three of them were to bump into one another...

Rosalie could not even imagine what would unfold. Thinking of this, Rosalie's gaze focused as she got up and began packing her luggage.

If she could not afford to trigger them, she could still afford to avoid them.

Either way, she had no more business in North City. Her leaving whenever would make no difference.

As she was halfway packing her things, a knock sounded on her door. Rosalie got up. When she was going to open the door, she hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who is it?" Leon's voice sounded from outside the door. "It's me. It's about time for lunch. Do you want to go together?"

Only after hearing this did Rosalie open the door and let Leon into the room.

Seeing her almost packed luggage, Leon could not help but be stunned for a moment. "What are you doing?"

Rosalie smiled at him apologetically. "I was thinking that since there's nothing else for me to do here, I should head back first."

Leon frowned. "Because of Wendy?"

Otherwise, why would she want to leave all of a sudden when she had been fine this morning and had not mentioned anything about going back?

Leon was aware of the entanglement between them. Rosalie did not hide it either. She just lowered her gaze in acquiescence.

"What can she do to you with me here? If we go out and about together, she won't think that you and President Lawrence have anything to do with each other anymore, no?" Leon was puzzled Rosalie smiled calmly. "It's better to have one thing less to worry about. Besides, we don't have anything else after this, so we can go back at any time. If so, why should I trouble myself?

Leon pondered for a moment and nodded approvingly. "That's true. There really isn't anything else. Since you want to go back, I'll go back and tidy up."

Rosalie nodded and agreed.

Not long after, they were done packing their bags and went downstairs to check out.

Done with the formalities, they turned around only to see Byron returning from outside. "President Lawrence," Leon greeted politely. Rosalie nodded to him coldly. Byron looked at the suitcase in their hands and frowned. "You two are going back?"

Leon nodded. "The conference is over and we have nothing else to do here. It's about time we head back, so we won't be able to accompany President Lawrence anymore."

With that, he turned to look at Rosalie, wondering if she had anything to say to Byron. Rosalie, however, just looked indifferent. After Leon's explanation, she immediately pulled her luggage and head out. It was lunchtime. She did not want to be meeting Wendy in a moment as it would only get her into trouble.

Seeing this, Leon followed her with large strides. Just as she reached the door, the man standing there grabbed his wrist. Rosalie's footsteps staggered slightly. She glanced back at the big hand on her wrist." President Lawrence, show some self-respect."

The strength in Byron's hand did not decrease. Instead, he looked to Leon who was at the side "What time is the flight you bought?"

Leon looked down at him gripping Rosalie's hand, and his tone was much colder. "It's probably too late to buy tickets for the earliest flight now. President Lawrence. You shouldn't waste our time now." Hearing this, Byron's brows knotted together before quickly relaxing. He looked at the woman beside him. "It just so happens that I also bought tickets for the same flight." Rosalie broke away from his hand. She met his gaze distantly and said, "President Lawrence, you should go up to accompany your fiancee. She just arrived and is still waiting for you in your room, so if you'll excuse us." With that, she left without looking back.

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