Byron's footsteps paused slightly. He turned a corner and walked toward the bed.

The little woman nestled drowsily on his bed, revealing most of her radiant-white delicate shoulders. Byron's eyes gradually darkened.

Rosalie was still a little confused, and her voice was waxy. "What's the matter? Go wash up and get some rest."

Byron's breathing gradually became heavy from her muddled expression, but there was still a bit of restraint in him.

If Rosalie were completely awake, she would have noticed something strange and avoided him.

Now, she was not only unaware, but she also looked up at the man, revealing her delicate neck in the most vulnerable way.

Rosalie paused but got no response from Byron. She did not wait any longer, shifted the blanket, and wanted to lie down on the bed again.

Suddenly, Byron leaned over and kissed her on the face.

Rosalie was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that her sleepiness had dissipated.

She looked back to see the man had turned ar