Removing his sunglasses, Barlow extended the thermos to her.

“My aunt made soup; she wanted me to deliver it to you.”

Rosalynn stared at the thermos.

"Barlow, I'm really angry with you now

Should I smash this thermos?"

Barlow found himself without words.

She was still irate.

“Is that wise? After all, my aunt personally cooked this soup," he reasoned.

Rosalynn didn't truly mean her threat; she wouldn't genuinely break the thermos.

Accepting it, she leveled her gaze at Barlow.

"Is there something wrong with Aldrich?"

Her question prompted Barlow to arch an eyebrow and pat her head.

"So soon? You're sharp, Rosalynn. Actually, I've been quite smitten by you. How about we give dating a shot?"

Rosalynn avoided his gaze and rolled her eyes.

“Barlow, why do I feel the urge to beat you up right now?"

With a chuckle, Barlow advised, "Calm down. Don't forget, we've already started the act. We need to see it through.”

Rosalynn posed her question.

"Can I inform Brian about it? To be careful around Aldrich?"

Barlow looked serious.

“I'd advise against it. My plan is in motion, and if Brian is aware, it will be too easy to uncover the truth."

Indeed, that made sense.

Rosalynn pursed her lips.