“Rosalynn, are you jealous?"

“No," Rosalynn hurriedly denied, though a flicker of anxiety betrayed her eyes.

Her hasty response revealed her guilt.

Brian's grin widened.

Pinching her chin, he studied her captivating, flushed lips.

"Rosalynn, you can't fool me."

His coarse fingers tenderly grazed her chin once more.

His thin Lips hovered tantalizingly close, threatening to meet hers at any moment.

A woman's angry voice came from nearby.

“You're heartless scum! A complete bastard! How can you date two women at the same time?" Maggie shouted.

As Rosalynn turned her head, she saw Maggie pointing at Sanford, berating him.

Wine stains covered Sanford's face and clothes.

What happened?

Rosalynn pushed away Brian, who was about to kiss her, and hurried toward Maggie.

Brian frowned, displeased.

He had almost kissed her.

Who was this infuriating interruption?

Wine-soaked, Sanford stood in shock.

He had noticed Maggie sitting in a corner, drinking alone, and wanted to check on her.

But he never expected her to suddenly lose control, dousing him with wine.

She even cursed at him.

He might have been a jerk, but he had never wronged her, had he?