Chapter 569 Rare Warmth

As the little girl insisted, Rosalie smiled awkwardly at the man and reached out to hand him the conch.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stretched out her hand, the man grabbed her wrist instead, took her hand, and put the conch next to his ear.

Rosalie's hand was only a few millimeters away from his face. As long as she relaxed her arm a little, the palm of her hand would touch the man's face.

Realizing this, Rosalie's expression was slightly stiff. She gritted her teeth and maintained the angle of her wrist.

After a while, the man finally let go of her hand.

"How is it? Did you hear that?" Estie looked at her father expectantly.

Byron glanced at Rosalie inexplicably, then raised his eyebrows in response. "I heard it."

Hearing Daddy's affirmation, the little girl became even more excited.

Rosalie noticed the man’s glances, and ripples appeared in her heart.

After a few seconds of delay, she smiled at the little girl as if nothing had happened. "Okay, let's continue to look for mo