Rosalie, who had just calmed down, blushed again when she heard that. Even her ears were red.

“It’s getting late. I want to take a shower and change my clothes. Go out quickly!”

Blushing, she broke herself free from Byron’s hug and pretended to be angry as she glared at the man before her.

With his forehead puckered, Byron sounded helpless as he said, “We’re in my room.”

Rosalie froze and looked around carefully.

Sure enough, she did not see her suitcase next to the bed. It was not her room