Before Rosalynn could deny it, Barlow stepped in.

“Brian is well aware of my relationship with Rosalynn. Now, if you'll excuse us.”

Rosalynn stared at Barlow, taken aback.

What did he mean by saying Brian knew about their relationship?

His words hinted at some hidden secret.

“Why are you staring, Rosalynn? Did I say something misleading?" Barlow asked, feigning innocence.

Rosalynn only scoffed in response.

His words, though vague, had the potential to stir a whirlwind of speculation.

Glancing back at Norwood, she noticed him engrossed in his phone.

She wondered if he was informing Brian about his encounter with her and Barlow.

"You look worried. Afraid Norwood will spill the beans to Brian?"

Barlow prodded, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Rosalynn's eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. She countered, “What makes you think I'm worried?"

“Pure observation," Barlow replied, grinning as he moved closer to her.

“Is it true you've been trafficked?"

Rosalynn's face hardened, her hands clenching reflexively.

As he studied her hardened expression, Barlow ventured, “Brian once rescued two girls from human traffickers. He was bitten by a dog, which gave him a lifelong fear of dogs. Were you one of those girls?”

Impressed by his deductive powers, Rosalynn remained silent, leaving the question hanging in the air.

Barlow's grin broadened.

"Did you marry him out of gratitude for his rescue? And he didn't appreciate it?"

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

"Enough!" she snapped.