Brian's expression became slightly embarrassed.

He cleared his throat.

“I'm not."

“Oh, so you're just cruel to them? Is that it?" Rosalynn teased.

Brian furrowed his brows.

"I was once bitten by a dog. I just kicked it as a reflex action,” he explained.

Rosalynn blinked and brushed a strand of hair away from her ear.

"When did that happen?" she inquired.

“When I was eighteen years old, I encountered a group of human traffickers. I was trying to save the victims, and that's when I was bitten by a dog," he replied, his voice low and magnetic. He Looked strikingly handsome in the sunlight.

Rosalynn gazed at him, as though she was trying to etch his appearance into her memory. She didn't want to mistake him for someone else who had once saved her life.

“So, you're a hero," she remarked.

Brian shot a quick glance at her.

“Are you making fun of me?" he teased.

“No, I'm praising you sincerely," Rosalynn replied, then turned and started walking away.

Watching her retreating form, Brian sensed that her attitude towards him had changed. Could it be because of his valiant deeds?

“How did you end up encountering the human traffickers and getting bitten by the dog?" Rosalynn asked, tilting her head to one side.

Brian thought for a while before answering, "I was poisoned. My family searched for doctors everywhere and finally found one who lived in seclusion.

When I was eighteen, I went to see that doctor for a follow-up consultation, and on the way there, I saw a group of men who looked suspicious. They took two girls with them, and I couldn't just stand by and watch.

I asked my driver and bodyguard to follow them, and we saw them take the girls to a truck.

Along the way, I heard a woman's scream coming from the back of the truck, and I felt that something was terribly wrong. I ordered the driver to stop the truck.

When we checked the trunk, we found several men trying to rape the girls. When I intervened, I was attacked by their dog and bitten."

Brian shared the details of his past.