Her firm refusal cast a fleeting coldness across Xander's eyes, which he quickly brushed off.

"Rosalie, I mean it. We can maximize each other’s potential if we get together! Don't you want to go further in your medical career?"

Xander spoke sincerely, looking at her with anticipation.

Rosalie was frightened by the wild ambition in his words. "I want to go further, but not this way! Xander, you’re drunk, let's stop here today."

Then, Rosalie got up and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, Xander smiled wryly behind her. "I knew that you’d reject me, but I didn't expect that you wouldn’t even give me any hope. Is it so difficult for you to accept me? I don't know, how is Byron Lawrence better than me?"

Rosalie blinked her eyes, trying to suppress the simmering panic in her heart. Her response was quiet. "It has nothing to do with Byron. I just don't feel the same for you. However, thank you, Young Master Xander, for not being as vile as Yves Graham."

With that said, Rosalie strode out of th