Rosalie fell into a drowsy sleep. When she woke up, she momentarily forgot where she was and only felt a little warm.

As she struggled to sit up and look around, she suddenly remembered that she was in Byron’s car.

Where she was leaning against when she fell asleep...

Rosalie subconsciously glanced at the man beside her.

Byron had withdrawn his hand. From that sitting position, it seemed that nothing had happened just now.

However, other than in his arms, Rosalie could not imagine where she could be leaning on just now.

"Excuse me, I accidentally fell asleep just now," Rosalie said with a guilty conscience.

Then, she felt him turning around to look at her. His eyes were fixated deeply on her as if they meant something.

Rosalie shifted awkwardly, trying to keep a distance from him.

Aware of her intentions, Byron’s eyes darkened. "You slept soundly just now, Miss Jacobs. It seems that you’re very satisfied with the environment in my car."

Rosalie's body froze, and her eyes were