He was the one who had expended the energy, yet it was she who bore the brunt of the exhaustion.

“I know I'm good-looking. There's no need to stare," Brian remarked, lifting his gaze to her with a mild smile.

Jolted back to reality, Rosalynn moved to pour herself a glass of water.

"Don't flatter yourself. I was merely wondering how many performance-enhancers you consumed Last night," she retorted.

Her throat was parched and her voice was raspy. Rosalynn coughed slightly, downing a full glass of water to quench her thirst.

Brian cast her a brief glance before saying, “Go freshen up. After that, come and have breakfast. You must be famished."

Rosalynn, consumed by hunger, patted her flat stomach and cast a glance at Brian.

His gaze, unchanging, remained glued to the computer screen; his attractive features were etched with composure.

Yesterday, he had roamed every inch of her body in a meticulous examination.

He didn't suspect the relationship between her and Barlow anymore, did he?

A pout formed on Rosalynn's lips as she picked up her phone, retreating to the sanctuary of the bathroom.

Her phone's battery was gasping its last breath. Upon inspection, she noticed texts from Maggie and Keegan inquiring about her whereabouts from the previous afternoon

After responding to each message individually, her gaze settled on a text from Barlow.

Just a question mark, nothing more.

Was he checking on her, maybe?

While brushing her teeth, Rosalynn gave a dismissive eye roll.

Freshened up, she responded to Barlow with an eye-rolling emoji.

"Stop bothering me! You're such a pest!"

She fumed, blaming him for the near-death experience with Brian.

“You've decided to reply? Did you two quarrel? When can I expect a divorce certificate?"

Barlow was quick to respond.

Rosalynn could practically see Barlow smirking at her predicament.