Byron tapped on the steering wheel and said confidently, “I’ll go repair the car. It shouldn’t take long.”

Rosalie looked around them.

They were not even near the toll or any service area. No one was around, and the place looked deserted.

She could see no building nearby, not to mention a car repair workshop.

“Don’t you have a spare tire?”

Rosalie asked, hoping they were lucky.

Byron frowned and answered, “I used it a while ago and forgot to put a new one back.”

Feeling helpless, Rosalie