Suppressing a smile, she typed out her response.

“Sorry to disappoint, but we're fine now.”

“Really? Heartbroken over here!”

With a scoff, Rosalynn tossed her phone aside, effectively ignoring him.

Maybe she was cut out for covert operations.

Only time would tell how she would assist Brian in dealing with his adversaries.

Exiting the bathroom, Rosalynn ventured to the dining room.

A feast of mouthwatering dishes lay spread out on the table, her appetite piqued.

A swallow lodged in her throat as she sat down across from Brian.

He pushed a glass of milk to her, stating, “No rush. I've secured a leave day for you. Take the day to rest at home."

Rosalynn accepted the glass, replying curtly, Brian's gaze turned probing.

“You intend to show up at work Looking like that? It's clear as day you had wild sex last night!"

‘d rather not."

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

How could he just blurt that out?

Wasn't he the one to blame?

Rosalynn sipped her milk, her round eyes glinting as she observed Brian's elegant steak-cutting technique.

“Brian, how did you find out about my night at the club with Barlow?"

She needed to know who spilled the beans to Brian.

Brian paused mid-slice; his breathing became labored.

“Eleanor's assistant went to get her breakfast and spotted you leaving the club with Barlow."

So it was Eleanor!