It seemed like it was all a lie.

When Rosalynn arrived home, Karina had just woken up. She stepped out of the guest room, yawning.

“Rosalynn, you're back?"

"Yes."

“Are you alone? Did Brian try to stop you?" Karina teased.

“I can walk on my own. Can he really stop "

Rosalynn placed the breakfast on the table.

“So, you willingly spent the night with him?" Karina asked.

Rosalynn stood there, stunned, her hair hastily fixed to conceal her embarrassment .

Glancing at Karina, she swiftly changed the topic, hoping to divert attention.

“Did you have a rough night's sleep? Your eyes look swollen," she inquired.

Karina blinked, her hand gently touching her eye as she Let out a sigh.

Rosalynn's curiosity piqued, and she asked, “What's wrong? What happened?"

Accompanying Rosalynn to the bathroom, Karina revealed, "It's all Barlow's fault. He kissed me yesterday morning, and I can’t stop thinking about him day and night."

Rosalynn's eyes widened in surprise as she gazed at Karina.

“Seriously? Do you like Barlow?"

Karina blinked again, contemplating her feelings.

“I'm not sure. All I know is that his kisses don't repulse me Like others would."

Thoughts of how she would have reacted if it were another person who kissed her crossed her mind. Most likely, she would have resorted to a slap.

However, with Barlow, she couldn't deny that his breath held an unexpected pleasantness.

Rosalynn considered her friend's words before suggesting, "Well, why don't you give dating him a try? At least you don’t despise Barlow. That's a positive sign."

If Karina could find love with Barlow, perhaps she could finally move on from Virgil.