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

Chapter 212

I’ll Take You Up On Your Offer At the same time, in the VIP room upstairs, Byron was expressionless as he watched a bunch of pot-belled middle-aged men toasting to one another.

When he picked Estie up that afternoon, she had been feeling very down. When they reached home, she even threw a tantrum at him. Byron could guess why she was in a bad mood. It was probably because she had not been able to meet that woman, or rather, the fact that the woman had become so distant to her.

The root of the problem lay with him, though. That woman was keeping her distance from Estie because of him. As a result, Byron had been in a bad mood all night too.

The middle-aged men had been discussing for hours now, yet they could not come up with a proposition he could accept. Byron’s impatience grew.

“Go on, you lot. I’m going out for some fresh air,” Byron said coldly, standing up. The other men did not dare to stop him, watching him leave awkwardly. The room was overlooking the dance floor. When Byron stepped out, his gaze inevitably went to the dance floor.

All of a sudden, he saw a familiar figure flitting across the dance floor.

Byron stopped dead in his tracks.

The lights of the dance floor flashed again, making that figure feel like nothing more than a mirage. When he tried to find her again, she was gone. Byron stared down at the dance floor, looking for her to no avail. After a long time, he gave up with a self-deprecating laugh. How could she hold so much power over him? She haunted even his most casual glance.

As he was about to turn around and return to the room, he suddenly heard a loud commotion from the seats downstairs.

It felt like the everyone in the entire bar turned to look over at the seats.

Byron was no exception, When he saw that woman at the seats, Byron’s pupils dilated. He thought he had been imagining things, but he was wrong. She had been dancing there after all, and she had simply returned to her seat after she grew tired! Now, she was surrounded by a group of men. She even clinked her glass with that of another man next to her, smiling brightly,

The cominotion had arisen from the crowd around the two of them as a reaction to their actions.

The two of them seemed very close.

Downstairs, Rosalie drained her glass after clinking it with Hans’.

The crowd around them cheered again. As she put the glass down, Rosalie had a strange feeling. She had felt a gaze on her while she was drinking the wine earlier. When she raised her eyes to look toward the direction of the gaze, all she saw was darkness.

For some reason, that gaze reminded her of Byron.

Suddenly, Rosalie was in no mood to keep drinking.

“I’m a little tired, so I’ll head back now.” Rosalie smiled at the others apologetically and then stood up to walk to her best friend.

“It’s getting late. Let’s head back.” Unlike Rosalie, Mary had been drinking for a long time, and she was on her last legs by now. She drunkenly nodded at Rosalie. “Alright, y’all keep going. See ya…” She reached her hand out toward Rosalie.

Rosalie pulled her up and propped Mary over her shoulder with some difficulty before bidding the others goodbye. “I’ll see you off.” Hans stood up as well. “You look like you could use some help. I can carry her to your car for you.”

Rosalie hesitated and glanced at her best friend, who could not even stand straight. After a while, she agreed. “Thanks. I’ll take you up on your offer.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

After spending the night with him, she had a decent impression of this man. Besides, she had been drinking too, and it was not easy for her to carry Mary. Hans walked up to her and was about to lend her a hand when a low voice spoke up behind him, sounding less than pleased. “Thank you for the offer, but I’ll send them home. There’s no need to trouble you, Master Reed.”