Seated on the sofa, she moved her injured ankle a little and said, "I can go back to my room and tend to my ankle myself.”

It wasn't suitable for them to be alone in the same room.

“Why? Are you afraid | might try something?"

Brian unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing his collarbone.

He bent down slightly and looked at her.

“Relax. Your figure doesn't quite meet my standards, so you don't interest me.”

Rosalynn was left speechless.

He had sex with her for a whole night before!

Aknock on the door interrupted them, and a waiter delivered the ointment.

Brian thanked the waiter, then tossed the ointment to Rosalynn.

“My arm is injured. Can you help me apply the ointment?”

Rosalynn's expression froze.

So, he had brought her into his room to have her tend to him.

She was just flattering herself.

Rosalynn took the ointment that Brian threw at her.

"Where's the injury?" she asked.

Brian settled onto the sofa and indicated his arm.

His black shirt was ripped, exposing the wound on his arm.

It had been inflicted by a knife.

"Rosalynn, are you a competent bodyguard? Not only did you fail to protect me, but you also failed to notice my injured arm."

Rosalynn was speechless.

In light of his assistance, she chose not to argue.

She felt slightly aggrieved, though.

After all, she was just a designer. How could he suddenly treat her as his bodyguard?

Rosalynn was going to tear his shirt so that it would be more convenient for her to apply the ointment for him.