When bandaging his wound, Rosalie could clearly feel the man's gaze on her substantively.

Rosalie could not figure out the meaning in them.

She wondered if he was thinking about what happened last night...

Thinking of what happened the night before, Rosalie could not help but think of the bottle of red wine that was only left with one-third of its contents and she felt complicated again. Her dressing of Byron’s wound was a bit rough.

"Is it done?" Byron asked with confusion after seeing her