For a moment, Rosalynn was stunned. Then she understood something.

"So it was your fault."

If it weren't for Brian, she wouldn't have rubbed Baxter the wrong way.

“I guess you could put it that way," Brian answered without denial.

“So it was only natural that you saved me."

That made Rosalynn feel a Little better.

If she looked at the situation that way, she didn't have to feel guilty. Brian got her in trouble, so it was only right that he get her out of it.

Brian raised an eyebrow.

“Rosalynn, I'm a businessman. I'm not a philanthropist. I don't go around saving every person I come across

Unless I think you're someone valuable, I won't even bother. Money works just as well as comfort at a funeral."

Rosalynn had no words for that.

Brian spoke Like a cold-blooded businessman.

He said those things without even batting his eyelids.

“Now I know how cold and detached you can be," Rosalynn said, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Brian's face darkened.

"That's true. I don't care if I'm seen as cold and detached unless people I care about are involved.”

The implication of his words rang clear. To him, Rosalynn was not just one among many other people. She was someone he valued.

The meaning underneath his cold words did not escape her. She turned away, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze.

“Well, we've finished dinner. Do you want me to call for Edwin so he can pick you up?" Rosalynn asked, steering away from the subject.

A smile curved on Brian's lips.

“My arm is injured. Taking a shower by myself will be a problem. What do you think I should do, Rosalynn?"

At his words, Rosalynn paused in the middle of cleaning up and blurted, “Are you suggesting to stay here and let me help you?"