Rosalie resisted again at the mention of going to the hospital.

"I'm really okay. I was fine when I went out in the morning, why would I suddenly be sick?"

As she said that, she took her pulse in front of Byron as if to prove her statement.

She vaguely felt unwell, but she never took it seriously.

She just wanted to put Byron at ease from his worried look.

Therefore, Rosalie was very serious when she took her own pulse.

At the same time, Byron slowed down the speed of the car, keeping his peripheral vision on her face through the rearview mirror.

As time passed by…

Rosalie's hand never left her wrist, and a subtle solemnity flashed across her eyes.

‘My pulse... Indeed, something was wrong!’

However, if she looked deeper, she could not find the source.

Rosalie was confused.

"How? Where do you feel unwell?" Byron could not wait.

Rosalie came back to her senses and turned to look at him.

She could hear his worries in his tone of voice.

The man's side profile was even tenser