Aldrich's cunning was undeniable. He'd been meticulously planning for a long time, all under the radar.

"Honey, does a honey trap work on you?" Rosalynn tilted her head at Brian.

Brian's stern expression softened slightly. He took her hand. “If it's you, it works. Others would fail."

“But that Betsy looks just like me," Rosalynn pointed out, her voice laced with amusement. "Doesn't that work?"

Brian's face hardened a touch. “It's a cheap trick. I'm not that superficial. What attracts me is a person's spirit, not their looks.”

Rosalynn chuckled, glancing at him. "Someone clearly ran away from his wife because she was ugly."

Brian's demeanor shifted instantly. He pulled her close and kissed her cheek.

“Honey, I told you it was a misunderstanding. I was silently protesting our arranged marriage, alright?"

“Sure, sure," Rosalynn said with a smile, clearly unconvinced.

Brian blew on her earlobe, then kissed it. His voice carried an undertone. "So, you don't believe me?"

Rosalynn pushed him away. “Behave yourself." They were not alone in the car!

Edwin had already raised the partition separating the backseat from the driver's seat.

He wasn't an assistant for nothing! He was always sensible and vigilant.

Brian, determined for an answer, pressed on. “So, do you believe me?"

"Yes, honey, I believe you. Get some rest." Rosalynn sighed, deciding not to tease him further. He might do something to her right then and there otherwise...

Brian smirked and let go of her.

"Actually, I'm wide awake. Are you hungry? How about we grab something to eat?"

"Sounds good," Rosalynn replied, patting her stomach.

While she didn't feel hungry, the baby needed nourishment.

"Let's go to Atera then," Brian suggested.