"Just what are you thinking?"

Byron’s voice was a little hoarse.

When he heard Rosalie come out of the room just now, he pretended to be asleep. In his hurry, he forgot that he had only covered himself halfway with the blanket.

He did not actually expect the woman to come over and try to cover him up.

He was still annoyed with this woman's relationship with other men just not long ago, but he felt his heart soften just now because of the tenderness the woman showed.

Rosalie was stunned for a few seconds. Then, she abruptly reacted and subconsciously lifted her hand to push back at him. However, she was hugged even tighter and was unable to struggle at all.

Byron's voice continued in her ears. "When are you going to accept me?"

Hearing these words, Rosalie was shocked and turned to look at the person close to her. Her brows were raised slightly and her tone lowered by a few notches, "Byron, you're not completely awake yet. Let me go!"

The man sneered inexplicably. "You provoke