“What's the rush? You can wash up first. I'm sure you'd feel better after."

Barlow walked to the bedside and handed her clean clothes.

Rosalynn frowned. It was a complete set of underwear and outerwear.

“So, what's my relationship with you? What are we supposed to be now?"

“Sex friends!"

Rosalynn's mouth hung open, Looking at him in disbelief. For a moment, she wondered if her hangover had somehow affected her hearing.

The flabbergasted look on Rosalynn's brought a mischievous smile to Barlow's lips.

“How about this for a story? You were absolutely taken with me last night, and you realized your true feelings for me. Then you confessed and asked me to be your boyfriend.”

Rosalynn didn't know what to say to him.

He couldn't seem to be serious even for a minute.

“Would you stop making fun of me?"

The smile on Barlow's face didn't falter as he took out the dryer and said, "Alright. We can flip things. After last night, you hate me, but I'm still obsessed with you."

Rosalynn groaned in annoyance.

“Keep talking, and the story would change to me killing you from hatred."

Barlow raised an eyebrow at her answer.

"But then the show wouldn't go on. For Brian's sake, I have to make it believable. I have a role to play as the vengeful brother who wants to take away everything he has for me.”

His voice died down for a moment, a tinge of regret appearing in his eyes.

“Besides, hating me could go well for you too. Then, Kennedy might feel sympathy for you instead of loathing you. If you hurt me, there's still a chance that she'll come after you. After all, she probably still has feelings for me."

If he had his way, Barlow would have preferred Kennedi to feel nothing but hatred for him. It would be better for her to forget her feelings, but he knew that it was impossible now.

Love and hate were two sides of the same coin.

She could have killed him back in the hospital, but she didn't.

“Are you proud of yourself?" Rosalynn sneered.