My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball
Chapter 99

Chapter 99 I Won't Like You Even If I Die

Rosalie Jacobs was indeed exhausted. She usually sleeps lightly, but today she slept so soundly that she was carried into the guest room upstairs without realizing it. Byron Lawrence walked to the edge of the bed, leaned over, and lowered the young woman on the bed. He placed her head gently and then slowly got up.

Mrs. Zora followed them all the way. Watching the Young Master take care of Rosalie, the smile in her eyes grew brighter. She stepped forward and put Little Estie next to Rosalie. She covered the two with a quilt, then quietly got up and stepped aside.

Noticing that her Young Master's gaze was still on Young Madam's face, Mrs. Zora said with concern, "Young master, you should also go and rest. I'll be here. Don't you have to work tomorrow?"

The Young Master frowned in response, shaking his head, "It's alright, I'm not tired. Estie is still unwell and I'm worried. You get some rest."

Mrs. Zora's eyes twinkled knowingly.

The Young Master said he was worried about the little one, but his eyes were fixed on Young Madam's face.

However, it is better to let them stay together as a family of three. Maybe, the relationship might just blossom.

Thinking so, Mrs. Zora didn't insist further and quietly withdrew.

There was only a dim night light in the room. Byron turned on the light and looked at Rosalie's face.

Her face was the same as six years ago, but as soon as these eyes opened, this person was very different from the woman from six years ago.

She is even more attractive now than six years ago.

He had no idea how this woman got here in the past six years.

After watching Rosalie for a while, the young woman suddenly frowned in slumber.

Byron Lawrence couldn't help but frown along with her, wondering what she was dreaming about that made her uneasy in her sleep. Rosalie was in a daze as if she had returned to six years ago. In front of her were Byron's elegant features on a heavenly crafted face twisted into a smirk of disgust.

Although he hadn't opened his mouth, Rosalie seemed to be able to guess what he was going to say. She kept backing away, hands clasping over her ears, fighting to block out his words. Though despite this, the man's ruthless voice still echoed in her mind.

"I won't like you even if I die!"

Rosalie Jacobs felt suffocated for a while, struggled painfully for a long time, and then suddenly woke up.

All she saw was darkness around her as if she was still in that awful dream.

Rosalie Jacobs could not help but feel a heavy heart. "What's wrong? Had a nightmare?" Byron's deep voice sounded in her ear. The familiar voice almost coincided with the dream. Rosalie Jacobs's heart tightened once more. She instinctively raised her eyes to see his expression. The man stood in the dark with an unseen expression on his face. Without waiting for her answer, he frowned and took a step forward.

Rosalie Jacobs was still half-awake from her dream. When she saw him move, panic flashed across her face as she instinctively held on to the bed for support and stepped backward. Byron was puzzled. He stopped and stood on the spot, his voice softer than before, "What did you dream of?"

This made him come out of the darkness, and she could see the concern on his face.

Rosalie was in a trance for a moment and stared at him for a few seconds. She finally came out of the dream. Then, she took a moment to gather herself and said, "It's nothing, just a nightmare."

Rosalie then turned to glance at the little girl sleeping beside her. She reached out to check Estie's body temperature. It was much better than last night. When she wakes up, she should be fine. Rosalie withdrew her hand, got off the bed, straightened up her clothes, and said softly," Little Estie will be fine after a good sleep. Just watch over her, don't let her catch a cold. I should go back now." She got up and head to the door. Just two steps away, a large hand grabbed her wrist.

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