Downstairs, Edwin was already waiting for Brian.

“I have some business to handle today, so I won't be going to the studio," Brian informed Rosalynn before leaving.

Rosalynn sensed something amiss.

It felt as though her husband was reporting his schedule to her.

Don't report to me," she protested.

“I have to," Brian insisted, departing in his car.

Smiling, Rosalynn got into her car with Maggie.

Maggie remained silent. As Rosalynn started the car, she asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." Maggie shook her head.

Rosalynn shot her a glance.

“Did Sanford mention that woman Last night?"

Maggie's fingers curled into a fist as she replied, “He drank too much last night and didn't say anything."

Rosalynn considered this for a moment before saying, "Brian told me that woman was a dancer by profession. Sanford once wanted to marry her, but in the end, she left him. I think Sanford still has feelings for her."

If he had genuinely moved on, he wouldn't have called her name while he was intoxicated.

Gazing at the scenery outside the window, Maggie offered a resigned smile.

“Rosalynn, I understand what you're implying. Don't worry. I know my place. I'LL keep my emotions in check and only regard him as a bedfellow."

Even if she found herself developing feelings, she would remain level-headed.

The conversation ended there.

Upon arriving at the studio, the pair quickly immersed themselves in their work.

Rosalynn attended to two clients that morning.

Just when she was about to take a break, her phone rang.

“Miss Fuller, have you completed the design I requested?"