"Karina, do you think he likes you?"

Did Barlow harbor any feelings for her?

Thinking back to the sardonic grin on Barlow's face, Karina replied,

"You have called him a jerk yourself. Why would he be interested in me?"

A flash of anger flitted across Kennedi's eyes.

"If you know he is a jerk, why did you give yourself to him? How can you be so shameless?"

Did Kennedi know that she had slept with Barlow?

Confronting Kennedi's furious expression, Karina said, “That's my business. What I want has nothing to do with you. Kennedi, I get it.

You hate Barlow. But where does that hate come from if not from love?

You have feelings for him, right? But he does not like you, and it's eating you up.

Kennedi, you are still young. Why not focus on your own happiness?

There are plenty of good men out there. Why fixate on this one guy?

When Kennedi heard Karina's words, her face contorted with anger.

“Enough, Karina! You can't possibly understand the pain I'm going through, so don't act like you can change my mind. You put on this facade of generosity, but tell me, don't you feel jealous when the guy you like is head over heels for your best friend?"

How could she not be jealous? She couldn't just brush it off.

However, Karina took a deep breath and responded calmly, “No, I'm not jealous because Rosalynn is my best friend. I know how amazing she is, and it's only natural for a man to fall for her."

Karina's eyes sparkled with sincerity, devoid of any pretense.

But Kennedi only sneered in response.

“Karina, you are truly something else! So, you won't care when Barlow chooses to save Rosalynn instead of you when you are both in danger, right?"

Karina's expression changed slightly when she heard this.