Byron had been carrying Rosalie in his arms down the stairs. However, she was still unconscious and showed no sign of waking.

After helping her to fasten her seat belt and draping his coat on her, he walked to the driver’s seat and drove back to the hotel.

He drove slowly for fear of waking Rosalie next to him.

It was after nine in the evening when they were back at the hotel.

“Rosie?”

Byron parked his car and tried to wake the person beside him gently.

Rosalie’s brows furrowed slightly, and she pulled the coat on her to cover her head in frustration, trying to shut out the voice.

Her action melted Byron’s heart, and he caressed her hair. He got out carefully and carried Rosalie out of the car.

It was cold and breezy outside. Even with his coat on, Rosalie felt cold and subconsciously buried herself in his arms.

Byron tightened his grip and quickened his pace, walking fast and steadily.

The guests who came and went into the hotel lobby saw the couple. They were both surprised