Observing the striking man before her, Rosalynn felt a surge of warmth envelop her heart.

“Don't worry about me. Proceed with your work. I'll manage with a taxi."

Brian gave her a reassuring nod, embraced her briefly, and then moved on.

"Remember to reimburse Mr. Hughes for the ride once you reach your destination," he reminded her gently.

Rosalynn paused, a realization dawning upon her that Brian was referring to himself as the chauffeur.

He was offering to be her personal chauffeur.

Rosalynn slipped her phone into her pocket and gently took his arm, beaming with affection.

“Lead the way, Mr. Hughes!"

At the Skrix Art Institute, Zoe sat despondently on the dance studio floor, her eyes following her classmates as they practiced their routines.

Her right ankle was visibly swollen and reddened, rendering her unable to participate in the dance.

Suddenly, a teacher tapped on the door, calling out, “Is Zoe Gilbert present? Someone's here to see you.”

Zoe, taken aback, slowly rose to her feet and, with a hint of bewilderment, followed the teacher downstairs.

Downstairs, Rosalynn was waiting patiently.

A few paces away, Brian was occupied with a phone call.

As Zoe descended, Rosalynn expressed her gratitude to the teacher and watched her leave.

Zoe clenched her hands, an air of nervousness about her.

“Rosalynn," she uttered softly.

Rosalynn nodded. Observing Zoe's limping, she expressed her concern.

“Is there an issue with your leg? Have you injured yourself?"

Zoe's eyes shifted uneasily. I just sprained my ankle by accident."