His grip hurt Rosalie, and she gasped as she glared at Byron with her beautiful eyes.

Byron’s face looked angry and scary.

After some time, Byron approached Rosalie step by step.

Rosalie tried to back off, but her wrist was in Byron’s grip, and she could not do anything.

The two were so close that they could almost feel each other’s breaths for a moment.

Subconsciously, Rosalie slowed her breathing pace and kept her hands close to her.

Byron’s gaze fell on her as he observed every inch of