When Brian received no clarification, his rage reignited.

He sneered, “Are you incapable of providing a reason? Can't come up with a suitable excuse, can you?"

"No, Brian, please trust me. There's nothing between Barlow and me."

Rosalynn promptly denied.

“Enough, Rosalynn. How can I trust you?" Brian spat, his anger peaking.

“If I spent the night at a club with a woman attracted to me, would you believe we remained chaste?"

Rosalynn, struck by his words, couldn't help but counter, "Brian, have you never spent a night alone with another woman? After Eleanor's miscarriage, didn't you stay with her in the hospital overnight?”

Eleanor!

That was the crux of the matter!

Brian's eyes were a storm of anger and pain.

"Rosalynn, are you seeking revenge? Are you upset because I impregnated Eleanor, so you decided to spend the night with Barlow? Rosalynn, you're quite the piece of work!"

Rosalynn, observing the man’s red-rimmed eyes, found herself defenseless.

How could she explain that revenge had never crossed her mind?

She was merely providing an example, attempting to convince him of her innocence regarding Barlow.

As they approached a crossroad, the traffic Lights began to turn red.

The car ahead of Brian decelerated, but Brian maintained his speed.

Rosalynn warned him, “Brian, be careful of the car in front."

Brian slammed the brakes, halting the car a mere two centimeters from the vehicle ahead.

They had narrowly avoided a collision!

Rosalynn clutched the handle, her gaze landing on the dented bumper of the car, her nerves frayed.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, stating, "Brian, you're livid right now.

Let's both take a moment to cool down and discuss this later."