“So, I've misunderstood, have I? Rosalynn, where were you last night?"

Last night!

Did Brian suspect something?

Rosalynn's heart plummeted. She turned to look at Brian, lost for words.

Brian's hands clenched the steering wheel.

“Why are you silent? Were you with Barlow last night?" His voice escalated with anger.

Rosalynn pursed her lips, choosing not to refute the claim.

"Yes."

Initially, Brian harbored a sliver of hope that his suspicions were unfounded, and it was all a misunderstanding.

But upon hearing her affirmation, his heart plunged into despair.

He regarded Rosalynn with icy eyes.

“Did the two of you spend the entire night at Royarid Club?"

“Yes.”

“why ?"*

The word slipped out, choked by his rage, his eyes reddening.

A pang of sympathy filled Rosalynn as she observed him.

She reached out to grasp his hand, pleading, "Brian, do you believe me when I say nothing happened between Barlow and me?"

Brian's gaze fell on her hand, his wrath smoldering beneath the surface.

“Then explain why you were with him at the club overnight?"

Why had she spent the entire night there?

If possible, she wished to disclose the truth instantly.

However, recalling Barlow's words, she held her tongue.