Byron was a very light sleeper, so when he heard a faint rustling sound in his half-conscious state, he frowned and opened his eyes.

He was met with the sight of the person on the hospital bed, hand on their forehead. Clearly, they had already woken up.

"How do you feel? Are you burning up?" Byron got up and walked toward the hospital bed.

Rosalie’s movements were slightly stiff as she slowly sat up on the bed and thanked him politely. "I feel much better, sorry for all the trouble tonight."

At her estranged behavior, Byron’s eyes darkened. He reminded himself that the woman was still ill, so he suppressed his displeasure and said in a low voice, "Are you hungry? You didn't eat anything all night."

She was fine when she did not have her mind on it, but at the mention of food, Rosalie could not help the feeling of emptiness in her stomach.

Not only did she not eat anything all night, but she also did not have any appetite all day due to her fever, only having a few measly bites of food