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Chapter 230
How Do You Want Me To Compensate You? Byron sipped his coffee with the same expressionless
face, but it was to suppress his displeasure.
He did not ask the woman to thank him or compensate him by coming here to sit in silence.
Although the so-called failed business was just an excuse, did this woman really think that a cup of
coffee was enough to make up for his loss? Rosalie put down her glass and turned to look out the
window. She had no intention to speak.
Firstly, she really did not know what else they had to say to each other. Secondly, she did not want to
get too involved with men. This cup of coffee was just to call things even.
The discomfort from the alcohol came in bursts. Rosalie would bow her head and drink her coffee from
time to time. At the same time, she would see how much the person opposite her had drunk through
the periphery of her vision. She wanted to finish her coffee quickly and leave.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, she noticed after the next few times that the coffee in the cup belonging to the person
opposite her was hardly touched. “Why aren’t you drinking, President Lawrence?” Rosalie had no
choice but to withdraw her gaze from the window and look at the person opposite her. Byron’s were
dark when he spoke, and the meaning of his words was vague. “It’s tasteless to drink it like this.”
Rosalie frowned. She raised her hand uneasily to support her temple before drawing circles on them
with her fingertips. “Then, how do you intend to drink it?”
With that, a wave of dizziness came again. Rosalie closed her eyes before opening them again to look
at the person opposite her as naturally as possible. Byron was about to say something, but seeing her
expression, he frowned. “Are you not feeling well?”
Rosalie pursed her lower lip. “I drank a little too much, but it’s fine. President Lawrence, you ought to
discuss how you want me to compensate you first. After all, you’re in charge of many big businesses.
I’m just afraid that my compensation today can’t really satisfy you.”
Byron looked at her pale face. He also heard the underlying sarcasm in her words, and his expression
changed. He did not say anything but immediately called the waitress over to settle the bil
Rosalie wanted to say that it should be her treat but saw that the man had already simply swiped his
card
The waitress from before looked at them as if she was asking why Rosalie denied it earlier Wisen they
were clearly lovers
Meeting the waitress’ gaze, Rosalie only felt her head hurt more “Where are you staying I’ll take you
back” Byron came to her side. His expression was unsightly, but his actions were not even a little
rough
Without giving Rosalie the chance to refuse, he immediately helped her up from her seat.
Rosalie went dizzy again from just standing up and missed the best opportunity to refuse him.
When she had recovered from her dizziness, she was being half-supported and half-embraced by the
man toward the door of the coffee shop. Almost everyone in the coffee shop was looking at them.
Rosalie was so dizzy that she had no strength. With so many people watching them, she did not want
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto kick up an ugly fuss. Hence, she went along with the man’s will and let him help her get into the car.
Luther was already waiting in the car. Seeing them get in the car, he asked, “Where are we headed,
sir?”
Byron looked at Rosalie beside him.
Rosalie pressed her temple and whispered, “No need. A lot of the seniors are still waiting for me
upstairs. I have to go back to the dinner.”
She wanted to get out of the car after she said that.
Byron gripped her wrist. “I’m sending you back, or you’ll rest at my place. You can choose either one,
My hotel is nearby.”
Rosalie frowned before turning her body to sit back down. She then told Luther the name of her biotel.
Luther acquiesced and began driving the car slowly.
“Drive slower,” Byron instructed in a deep voice.
Hearing thal, Luther immediately affirmed and drove carefully the entire journey.
There was not a single movement from the two individuals at the back