“What's not to be proud of?" Barlow answered easily.

Rosalynn rolled her eyes, opting to ignore his response. She checked the time, then went to the bathroom for a shower.

The scent of alcohol still clung to her skin, and she wanted to wash it all off.

When she came out of the bathroom, Barlow was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

“ALL done? Let's go have breakfast."

“I'm going with the story where I hate you. Why would I be having breakfast with someone I hate?" Rosalynn answered.

Barlow smiled, seemingly finding her words amusing.

“Come on, Rosalynn.

Having breakfast together wouldn't hurt. Besides, do you really think you're the one calling the shots? I can always tell Brian what happened yesterday if you keep being stubborn."

Rosalynn narrowed her eyes at him but couldn't come up with a retort.

To her, Barlow felt Like a spectator watching the story between her and Brian unfold.

“Maybe you should try your hand at being a director,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I agree. It can be my second career. I'd make killer movies."

Rosalynn couldn't believe the audacity of this damned man.

In the end, the two of them walked out of the club, Barlow having his way and Rosalynn forced to breakfast.

Meanwhile, Moira had brought breakfast for Eleanor and was about to leave.

She caught sight of Rosalynn and Barlow coming out of the club, her eyes widening in surprise.

What was Rosalynn doing?

Yesterday, she admitted to being Keegan's girlfriend, and the next morning she was coming out of the club with another man?

Just how many men did she have?

Moira hid in a corner, discreetly taking a short video of the pair and then sending it to Eleanor.

Yesterday, they sent Brian the video Moira had taken before, but he was yet to respond.