The next day, Rosalie realized that there was a coat around her shoulders when she woke up.

She knew that Byron had wrapped the coat around her shoulders last night while she was asleep.

Rosalie sat up and looked for Byron in the ward. However, he was nowhere to be found.

Somehow, there was an empty feeling in her heart.

While she was distracted, the sound of the ward’s door opening rang out. Rosalie turned around. Byron was dressed in a T-shirt. His face was pale with a tired expression as he walked in with light steps.

Both of them exchanged gazes. Byron’s gaze darkened. His voice was slightly husky as he asked, “Are you awake?”

Rosalie nodded. After hesitating for a moment, she got up and covered Estie with the coat around her shoulders.

Warmth flashed across Byron’s gaze when he noticed her actions. He walked over to her side and lowered his gaze to look at her bandaged wrist. “How’s your wound? Do you need to get the dressing changed?”

Rosalie shook her