Chapter 231 You Can Leave Now The car slowly stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and Rosalie finally said, “Thank you. Just drop me off here.”
With that, she nodded to the man slightly, opened the door, and got out of the car. She staggered and almost fell down the moment her feet touched the ground. When the alcohol got into her head just now, the car was too warm. Although she tried to hold onto her wits, she was still a little sleepy. Her legs turned to jelly after she got off the car. Just as she was about to fall forward, a powerful arm wrapped around her waist and brought her back to the car.
The arm retracted after she sat down properly.
Rosalie took a few seconds to come back to her senses before she realized what had just happened.
The gesture was so intimate that she could not get a word of thanks out.
“I’ll send you up.” Byron had already opened the door and got out of the car. Before Rosalie could react, the man was already standing at the car door. His gaze was heavy as he waited for her to get out of the car.
Rosalie hesitated for a few seconds but still got out of the car carefully.
Having learned her lesson just now, she paid more attention when she got out of the car and did not fall like before.
Byron looked at her figure as she walked straight forward. He withdrew his slightly stretched – out arm and strode along.
Arriving at the door of the hotel room, Rosalie stopped to look at the person beside her. “Just here is fine. I can handle the rest myself. I apologize for troubling you tonight, President Lawrence. I’ll make up for the coffee I owe you tonight.”
With that, she opened the door and went in.
Unexpectedly, just as she was about to close the door, the man behind her came in in an overbearing manner.
Rosalie stopped and looked at Byron coldly, “I don’t think it’s inappropriate for you to follow me into my room now, is it? If you don’t leave of your own accord, I can only call the security guards to deal with this!”
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