Rosalie, who had just calmed down, blushed again when she heard that. Even her ears were red.

“It’s getting late. I want to take a shower and change my clothes. Go out quickly!”

Blushing, she broke herself free from Byron’s hug and pretended to be angry as she glared at the man before her.

With his forehead puckered, Byron sounded helpless as he said, “We’re in my room.”

Rosalie froze and looked around carefully.

Sure enough, she did not see her suitcase next to the bed. It was not her room.

Just as she wanted to question Byron why she was in his room, Byron was quicker to react and explain.

“You drank too much last night. I didn’t have your room card, so I had to bring you here first.”

Rosalie could not retort to that.

She frowned and looked around the room. The clothes she had worn yesterday were neatly folded at the foot of the bed and had the stench of wine.

What she had on her now was the hotel’s night robe, which revealed her chest and neck.

Rosalie did not think she w