He was no Lascivious man, so why was he fixated on her beauty?

A twinge of pain emanated from her chin, prompting Rosalynn to wriggle free from his grasp, her brows slightly furrowed.

“Brian, if something's bothering you, you can tell me."

She faintly grasped that Brian's discontent might be connected to the video, and it was further fueled by his mother's interference.

Locking eyes with her, Brian compressed his thin lips and uttered, “You're right, I am deeply bothered. Was everything Barlow said at the dinner table untrue?”

It was as she expected.

Rosalynn remained silent, lifting her gaze to meet his.

"Mostly. For instance, the person I hold dear isn't just Karina, but you as well.”

Her tone bore sincerity, her eyes radiating clarity and a hint of affection.

Brian berated himself for being useless.

Her gentle words had an uncanny ability to bring him joy, so effortlessly.

With a sigh, his heart softened.

Once again, he Lightly pinched her chin and leaned in to kiss her crimson Lips.

A warmth, so familiar and comforting, drew near with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

Rosalynn closed her eyes, enveloping his lean waist with her embrace and returning the kiss.

When their lips finally parted, she inquired softly, “Aren't you hungry?"

Brian, his voice husky, responded with a fiery gaze and traced the contours of her smooth and tender face with the tip of his chilly nose.

“Starving.”

“Then I'll cook something first."

“No, what I crave is you."

In that moment, all he desired was to experience the sensation of her body.

Brian lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed.