Chapter: 1751

"Carson..."

Carson also realized that he seemed to have overreacted. He took a drag on his cigarette and said, “It's getting late. I don't want to disturb your parents. Please say happy birthday to your mother for me.

I'll send her a gift next time."

Of course, Libby could tell that Carson didn't want to see Rosa.

Because of this, her disappointment was somewhat relieved.

She nodded.

"Okay, I will tell Mom."

“Okay. You go back inside now." Carson threw the cigarette butt on the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe. As he spoke, he inadvertently looked at the house. The lights in the rooms were still on.

Actually, he didn't know where Rosa's room was.

But when he subconsciously looked up again, he saw a figure standing on the balcony.

It was five degrees below zero Celsius, so it was very cold outside.

But she stood there, wearing only a thin nightgown and a coat.

Despite the distance, their eyes met in the dark night.

Since it was a bit far, Carson couldn't see Rosa's expression clearly.

He also didn't know how she felt when she saw him standing with Libby.

ALL he knew was that he was unhappy.

He didn't like her calmness and indifference.

In Carson's mind, the overwhelming gossip about Elliott and Rosa these days and the scene when Elliott thoughtfully put his coat around her shoulders at the airport that day were like thousands of needles pricking his heart.

Carson was the kind of person who always sought revenge, even for the smallest grievance. If he was hurt, he would definitely let the person who hurt him pay back a thousand fold.

Since Carson was already driving her away, Libby didn't make any fuss.

She nodded and said softly, "Okay, Carson. You'd better go back now, too. Be careful on the road. By the way, too much smoking is not good for your health."

Carson's eyes narrowed. When he looked at Libby again, his cold and distant eyes suddenly turned gentle.

He reached out and rubbed Libby's head.

“Okay, I'll remember that."