“Brian, get off me right now!"

Rosalynn's tone was a mix of urgency and embarrassment as she tried to push him away.

Ignoring her protests, Brian captured her lips with his, finally reaching his climax.

Outside the door, Selina leaned slightly towards the door, Lending an ear while her hand hovered on the doorknob. rian, are you in there? I'm about to enter," she announced.

“Don't come in," Brian's Low, raspy voice replied, causing Selina's hand to pause on the doorknob.

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Brian to her.

“Selina, what brings you here?"

Selina took in his disheveled clothes and tousled hair.

"I brought you some soup. Brian, are you not feeling well?"

Brian shut the lounge door behind him and responded lightly, “I didn't sleep well last night, so I was just catching a nap."

Really?

Selina cast a doubtful glance at the lounge, only to see darkness engulfing the inside.

“You mustn't overwork yourself.”

Without offering any response, Brian moved to pour himself some water.

Inside the lounge, Rosalynn surveyed her torn clothes, speechless.

How was she supposed to present herself to others in this state?

She pulled out her phone, found Brian's contact, and sent him an angry emoji.

“My clothes are torn!”

Outside, Brian had just taken a sip of water when his phone buzzed.

He picked it up, a smile flashing across his face when he saw the sender.

“Hang tight," he texted back, followed by a message to Edwin asking for a set of women's clothes to be sent over as soon as possible.

Not far from him, Selina was pouring the soup out of the thermos.