They parted ways.

Once Brian got into Rosalynn's car, she fastened her seat belt and couldn't resist teasing, "Your ex was just wronged. Don't you think she'll be sad if you don't personally ensure she gets home safely?"

Brian glanced at her, leaned over, took her chin in his hand, and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Did you enjoy the drama just now?"

“Absolutely,” Rosalynn retorted, her eyes twinkling.

“But why don‘t you want me to disclose your identity?" Brian asked, intrigued.

“Why should we go public?" Rosalynn met his gaze.

“Think about it. Once our relationship is public, Eleanor's fans will realize that their adored superstar is actually the other woman. That has nothing to do with Selina. So, Selina just experienced humiliation. Do you feel sorry for her now?"

She smiled, a trace of jealousy detectable in her voice.

Brian chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. y jealous girl, I won't feel sorry for anyone except you.”

“You're so sweet."

Pleased, Rosalynn gently pushed him away and started the car.

Brian sat back, grinning. He placed his hand on her thigh and closed his eyes, preparing for a brief rest.

Rosalynn drove straight to the office.

At that moment, her phone rang. Her eyes lit up upon seeing the caller.

It was a call from her Grandfather.

Finally, Calvert had decided to reach out to her. randpa."

"Rosalynn, I'm back. Can you come home for dinner on Saturday?" Calvert inquired succinctly.

“Of course," Rosalynn responded cheerfully.

Brian, who had been lounging in the passenger seat, sat up straight when he heard the term "Grandpa."

After Rosalynn ended the call, he asked, “Was that your grandfather?"

“Yes.”