Seeing the smile on Brian's face, she grew curious about who he was texting.

“Brian, I made this soup myself. Try it while it's still warm."

Brian slipped his phone into his pocket, eyed the steaming soup, and said, "I'm not hungry. Leave it for Later."

Was it because he wasn't hungry or because he didn't want to consume the soup she had prepared?

Selina blinked, moving to him gracefully.

There was no one else around. She wanted to recreate the good old times with him,

“Brian, your collar is askew. Let me fix it for you.”

Before Brian could react, Selina was on her toes, adjusting his collar.

In the process, her eyes fell on his white shirt and she spotted a faint lipstick mark.

Her face shifted subtly as she noticed it.

Brian, as she knew him, was scrupulous about his appearance and work.

He never wore anything less than pristine clothes, yet there was a lipstick stain on his shirt.

It was improbable for Brian to be seen in public with stained clothes.

That only left one possibility: a woman had just been intimate with him and had left a Lipstick mark on his collar.

Considering how Brian had emerged from the lounge just earlier, a pang of realization hit Selina.

Was there a woman inside the lounge?

Who could it be?

Could it be Rosalynn?

She couldn't believe that Brian would engage in such an act with Rosalynn during office hours.

Jealousy welled up in Selina's eyes.

She studied Brian's handsome face, quelled the turmoil within her, and offered a gentle smile.

"Brian, lower your head. I spotted a grey hair," she stated.