As they left the villa, Rosalynn disentangled her arm from Brian's.

Under the soft glow of the moon, Rosalynn's face was an unreadable mask.

Brian felt his heart race as he slipped his arm around her waist.

"Are you upset?" he inquired softly.

Annoyed, she shrugged off his hand.

"Keep your distance, Brian. You reek.”

The mix of alcohol and another woman's scent was enough to make her stomach churn.

Brian, a tad bewildered, Lifted his arm to take a whiff. The hint of Selina's perfume was unmistakable. He couldn't help but raise an amused brow at the realization. Rosalynn, he concluded, was unmistakably jealous.

Brushing past him, she headed for her car.

Brian reached out, pulling her back gently.

“Let's head back together."

Casting him a cool glance, Rosalynn's lips curled up in a frigid smile.

“I'd rather not. Your car's been contaminated."

Finding himself at a loss for words, Brian chuckled. She was more jealous than he thought.

“Take the car for a cleaning tomorrow and have the interior redone,"

Brian told the driver.

The driver nodded, accepting the command promptly.

Rosalynn's hand wavered momentarily on the car door. Then, without another word, she got in, leaving Brian alone in the cool night air.

Brian simply smiled at her frosty demeanor, moving around to the passenger seat.

As Rosalynn was fumbling with the seatbelt, he leaned over to clip it into place for her.

Did men only feign such thoughtfulness when they'd been caught in the wrong?

Rosalynn cast a sidelong glance at his chiseled profile and couldn't help but scoff, "You don't have to butter me up, Brian, unless you're hiding something.”