The morning sunlight streamed through the glass window, bathing him in a gentle glow.

He was incredibly handsome.

Had he discovered the optimal spot that accentuated his handsomeness?

“Are you admiring my good looks again?"

Sensing her gaze, Brian lifted his eyes, a faint smile playing on his Lips.

Rosalynn strolled over to him, looped her arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Indeed, you are quite adept at striking a pose."

Brian quirked an eyebrow and drew her into his arms.

"Otherwise, how could I keep you spellbound?"

He attempted to slip his hand under her clothes, but Rosalynn stiffened and swiftly rose, putting some distance between them.

“Darling, I'm going to freshen up."

They couldn't be intimate today. She didn't want to request a day off; she'd rather go to work.

Watching her retreating figure, Brian smiled, a depth of intrigue in his eyes.

In the bathroom, after freshening up, Rosalynn pondered for a moment before sending a message to Hutton

“Hutton, has there been any progress in John's case recently?"

If Eleanor's baby wasn't Brian's, then John's death must have some connection with Eleanor.

"No updates as of yet. I have eyes on the waiter, though. Word around town is he's become a creature of the night, frequenting the underground casinos instead of serving tables. I'll keep you posted."

Hutton's message flickered on the screen.

Deep in thought, Rosalynn drummed her manicured fingers on the screen before typing a response.

“Let's lighten his pockets. Let's see how he fares then."

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.

What would a destitute gambler, who had a piece of compromising information on Eleanor, do? Blackmail seemed his only option.