Rosalynn snapped back to reality, shaking off Brian's grip.

"You don't need to answer now. Go take care of her. I'll leave."

Brian wasn't in a rush; he knew she felt something for him too.

Composing himself, he turned and departed.

Once the door closed, Rosalynn touched her forehead, feeling disoriented.

She was indeed intoxicated.

She had almost agreed to be his girlfriend.

To become a playboy's girlfriend?

Was she losing her mind?

Relieved, Rosalynn entered the guest room to help Maggie, who lay sprawled on the floor.

In Sanford's apartment

After changing his clothes, Sanford couldn't help but grin as Brian walked in.

“Back already? I figured you'd be spending the night with Rosalynn.”

Brian remained quiet, toying with his glass before taking a sip.

Sanford approached him and wiped a Lipstick smudge from Brian's chin.

"Aha! What's this, my friend? A lady's Lipstick? You managed to get something, at least. Why not take full advantage of the situation?"

Brian's fingers grazed his chin, the memory of his near loss of control still fresh in his memory. Then, his expression turned somber.

“How could I do what I wanted when there was another person around?"

He had intended to seize the moment, but the opportunity had slipped away.

“A shame, really." Sanford couldn't contain his delight.

"Do you still remember when I kept this apartment for myself? I suggested you keep the opposite apartment and Live next door to me, but you claimed it was too noisy. If you heeded my advice, you could have taken Rosalynn home by now."

Beauty Apartments was a joint project between their two firms.