Brian studied Rosalynn's face, which regained its composure in no time, and let out a disdainful snort.

He was the one relentlessly pursuing her.

Even after witnessing her spend an entire night with Barlow, he remained undeterred.

Her audacious display was justified.

Those who were loved always remain fearless.

“Debora, have a grape."

Rosalynn meticulously peeled a grape, offering it to Debora.

With a sigh of relief, Debora accepted the treat.

“Sweetheart, you may continue with your chores. You needn't keep me company. I'm feeling a bit weary and could use some rest."

Taking in the fatigue etched on her face, Rosalynn consented.

Then Debora turned to Brian, pleading, “Brian, I want you and Rosalynn to strive for harmony. Please, don't upset her, okay?"

Oh, realty?

Just who was ruffled at this point?

Brian masked his inner derision with a straight face.

Wrapping an arm around Rosalynn, he replied, "I know. We'll take our leave now. Rest well."

"Alright," Debora responded with a contented smile.

The corners of Deanna’s mouth turned down as she cast a quick glance at Selina.

Selina forced a strained smile, her fingers balled into a fist. She trailed behind Brian and Rosalynn, exiting Debora's room.

“Brian, Selina and I will be staying here for a while. How about you?

Do you plan to move back in?" Deanna asked hopefully, envisioning the possibility of Brian staying here, facilitating the growth of his relationship with Selina.

“I won't be living here. I hope you both rest well," Brian replied curtly.

“And where will you stay if not here?" Deanna queried.