Rosalie's face was pale after she vomited. Byron frowned and leaned over to look into her eyes. "How are you feeling? Do you feel better now?"

Rosalie was not able to hear his voice at all. After she threw up, she fell back on the bed weakly, still muttering unconsciously. "Ugh, it's so uncomfortable..."

Hearing this, there was a hint of distress in the bottom of Byron's eyes. He got up and took off his vomit-covered shirt, went into the bathroom, and washed his hands. He then went out to pour