As he finished, he noticed that Rosalynn was clenching her fists.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Are you angry? Do you feel sorry for me being bitten by a dog?"

As he moved closer, Rosalynn slowly loosened her hands.

She looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah, I feel sorry for you," Rosalynn said gently, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of unexplainable emotion.

Brian was confused by her attitude.

He had been joking, but she had taken him seriously.

"You saved the two girls. Do you remember what they looked Like?"

Rosalynn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I'm sorry, I don't remember," Brian replied.

"I only recall that one of the girls was in a terrible state. She had been raped. The other girl's face and body were covered in blood, and she was in a daze, but still fighting. Luckily, most of the blood wasn‘t hers. She was holding a piece of glass and almost killed the man who tried to assault her.”

Rosalynn swallowed hard, attempting to steady her racing thoughts.

It was easy for him to forget things. The person he had saved stood right in front of him, yet he had no recollection of it whatsoever.

She couldn't blame him, though.

After all, she had also mistaken the wrong person as her savior.

“What would you like for breakfast?" Rosalynn asked, mustering a cheerful tone while taking a deep breath.

Brian narrowed his eyes, regarding her with curiosity.

“You want to make breakfast for me? Is it the last breakfast?"

His confusion was evident as her attitude towards him changed so abruptly.

"No, but I can cook the last dinner for yo hastening toward the door.

Rosalynn answered,