Both men halted their fists just shy of hitting her.

Panting heavily, they gradually calmed down.

Brian's fury remained unabated. He snatched the thermos from Rosalynn's hand, flung it at Barlow, and then dragged Rosalynn away.

As Brian pulled Rosalynn into his Bentley, Barlow wiped the blood off his mouth and spat on the ground.

What a brutal man!

Was he acting out of jealousy?

Once his plan was completed, he would make his brother apologize to him.

Inside the Bentley, Brian's face was as cold as ice while he drove at a high speed.

Rosalynn gripped the handrail tightly, frowning.

“Brian, slow down. I feel nauseous."

She didn't understand why Brian had suddenly turned so violent.

Recalling the recent event, she wondered if he had misconstrued her relationship with Barlow?

He had never reacted so impulsively before.

It seemed Like he wanted to kill Barlow.

Brian's face remained stone-cold, but he did slow down the car.

Rosalynn relaxed a bit.

“Didn't you say you'd let me pick you up at the airport? Why didn't you inform me ahead of time?"

At this, Brian sneered, “If I had informed you of my arrival, how could I have borne witness to all that transpired?"

Bore witness to all that transpired?

Was he insinuating that she was cheating on him?

Rosalynn faced him and clarified, “Brian, you've misunderstood. Barlow was simply delivering soup his aunt made."

Brian scoffed, his eyes ablaze with fury.