What was Barlow up to?

Why had Rosalynn spent a night with him and yet refused to shed any Light on the matter?

Until he had answers, the issue would remain an irksome thorn in his side, preventing him from finding peace.

After ending the call, Brian picked up the chosen garments and exited the room.

Moments later, Rosalynn emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed.

“Have you chosen the clothes?" she asked.

“Indeed.”

He gestured to the bed, where the white dress and his own set of casual whites lay.

Rosalynn approached and picked up the dress, offering him a smile.

"You have good taste."

He returned her smile.

"It's just that my wife is so beautiful, she makes everything Look good."

She felt herself blush at his compliment.

Rosalynn grinned.

“Well, you should leave now. I need to change.”

Raising an eyebrow, Brian stood in her way and began to unbutton her pajamas.

“Honey, I need to change too. Let‘s do it together.”

Rosalynn was left speechless, even more so as he drew closer.

“I can do it myself! Brian, stop!"

Rosalynn swatted at his hands, her eyes wary.

Brian chuckled, backing off and not insisting further. Instead, he proceeded to strip off his pajamas right there, revealing his well-toned abs.

Despite having grown accustomed to his physique, Rosalynn found her gaze drawn to him, a pang of desire stirring within her.