A chill swept across Rosalynn's face. However, the thought of Eleanor's baby soothed her anger. Calmly, she questioned, "Brian, how many times did you sleep with Eleanor?"

Brian's brows knitted in confusion.

"Rosalynn, what are you implying?" just answer!" Rosalynn wasn't in the mood for further explanation.

‘Once. Brian averted his gaze, returning to his steak.

“Over a month ago, I was at Royarid Club discussing business with a client. They spiked my drink. While I was recovering in a private room, Eleanor barged in accidentally."