Why did he feel as though he was increasingly resembling a coward?

Selina's words struck a chord. He had become so infatuated with Rosalynn that he had abandoned his principles.

Inside the car, Rosalynn pocketed her phone and opened the door.

"Well, I'm heading back now. You should go too."

Barlow sported a mischievous grin.

“Rosalynn, does your husband truly not take the video seriously? He didn't seem to be in a good mood. If he ever resorts to domestic violence, remember to inform me. If you ever want a divorce, I'll be by your side and I can whisk you away at any time."

Rosalynn cast a brief glance at him and chose to ignore his comment.

They both stepped out of the car, parting ways without another word.

After Rosalynn arrived home and changed into comfortable clothes, Brian returned. fou're back?" Rosalynn remarked, taking a sip from her glass of water.

“Yes," Brian replied, sitting on the sofa and unbuttoning his shirt.

His expression remained stoic, and a chill seemed to hang in the air, leaving an inexplicable sense of gloom.

Sensing his sour mood, Rosalynn decided to pour him a glass of water.

“Did you manage to settle your mother in the hotel?" she inquired.

"Yes," Brian responded, taking the glass with an indifferent demeanor.

Seated beside him, Rosalynn couldn't bear the frostiness between them.

She put on a facade of cheerfulness and asked, “Have you had dinner?” jo."

“In that case, I'll whip something up. What would you like to eat?"

Rosalynn stood up, intending to head to the kitchen, but Brian pulled her onto his Lap and gently held her chin.

The woman possessed fair skin and exuded an air of refinement.

Her almond-shaped eyes held a remarkable clarity, akin to a babbling spring that could cleanse one's soul.

What a stunning visage she possessed!

Yet, the world abounded with beautiful women.