Byron had been carrying Rosalie in his arms down the stairs. However, she was still unconscious and showed no sign of waking.

After helping her to fasten her seat belt and draping his coat on her, he walked to the driver’s seat and drove back to the hotel.

He drove slowly for fear of waking Rosalie next to him.

It was after nine in the evening when they were back at the hotel.

“Rosie?”

Byron parked his car and tried to wake the person beside him gently.

Rosalie’s brows furrowed slightly, a