Roselyn sat on the sofa and rubbed between her eyebrows. Even though she had already figured out what to do next, it still gave her a headache.
"Alright, dinner is ready. Come and eat, Rosie."
Liam brought the last dish to the table. He looked cute in a bear apron, which made Roselyn feel even more unbelievable. She didn't expect him to change so much in this life.
Seeing that Roselyn didn't move, Liam finally felt something was wrong. He suppressed the uneasiness surging in his heart, walked over, and asked, "Rosie, what's the matter? Don't you feel well?"
Roselyn lowered her eyes to hide the hatred in her eyes and said nothing.
Liam tried to reach out to touch Roselyn's forehead, but she slapped his hand away.
"Rosie?" Liam looked at her in disbelief, not knowing why she was upset.
