Byron woke up before Rosalie did the following day.

Rosalie was still sleeping soundly since she was drunk and had a tiring night.

She lay in Byron’s arms, breathing calmly.

Byron looked in his embrace and saw Rosalie’s beautiful eyelashes fluttering. She was breathing softly. It made her look adorable.

Further down, there were traces of their passionate entanglement.

Almost as soon as he saw those traces, the memories of the night before rushed into his mind.

Byron’s breathing grew heavier, and he squeezed the woman in his arms and kissed her face, from her forehead to the corner of her eye and down to her…

Rosalie felt the itch on her face and struggled to wake up in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Byron’s enlarged, handsome face. His warm breath was huffing on her.

The man’s hand around her waist was warm.

Startled, Rosalie realized the situation she was in. She pushed the man before her in shock and darted up with the quilt around her.

The pain in her bac