Byron tapped on the steering wheel and said confidently, “I’ll go repair the car. It shouldn’t take long.”

Rosalie looked around them.

They were not even near the toll or any service area. No one was around, and the place looked deserted.

She could see no building nearby, not to mention a car repair workshop.

“Don’t you have a spare tire?”

Rosalie asked, hoping they were lucky.

Byron frowned and answered, “I used it a while ago and forgot to put a new one back.”

Feeling helpless, Rosalie looked at their surroundings.

No one would notice them there even if they had a car crash.

That thought made Rosalie feel uneasy.

“You shouldn’t take any chances. I think it’s a long way from the workshop, and the tire won’t last that long. Why don’t you call the service hotline and we’ll wait here for them?”

She looked back and tried to advise Byron not to take the risk.

If they were together, they would at least have company.

Byron looked at the time. “You’re going to wait with me? Aren’