It was a call from Eleanor's assistant.

Brian glanced at Rosalynn and straightened up, a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

“She passed out. You can take her to the hospital. Why call me?"

“Eleanor regained consciousness but she refused to go to the hospital for examination. I was worried and thought you could persuade her." The assistant spoke hurriedly.

“She's a grown woman. Can't she make her own choices?" Brian said coldly and hung up the phone.

With pursed Lips, Rosalynn guessed who had called.

She calmed down and rose from her seat.

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I just want to make it clear that I don't want to be your girlfriend."

Even if the previous news was fake, what about Eleanor?

She hadn't seen any photos of Eleanor and him. So Brian treated Eleanor differently.

He had claimed Eleanor was part of his past. Was he tired of her?

Who could ensure she, Rosalynn, wouldn't end up like Eleanor?

Brian's expression darkened.

He had gone to great lengths to compile those photos and prove he wasn't a playboy. Yet she still refused to be his girlfriend.

“Why?” he asked.

“I simply don't want to.”

Rosalynn didn't feel the need to elaborate and quickly left.

Brian was so angry.

He clenched his jaw, grabbed the photos, tore them to shreds, and tossed them into the trash can.

It was the first time he had humbled himself before a woman, only to be brutally refused.

Did Rosalynn truly harbor no feelings for him?

Rosalynn gathered her belongings and left the company.