“Oh, I'm so sorry. Why am I so clumsy? Let me clean that for you."

Annalise hurriedly grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed at the stain on

Barlow's clothes.

In that fleeting moment, a hint of coldness flickered in Barlow's eyes.

But it dissipated almost instantly, replaced by an air of composure.

He reached out to touch her hand and signaled her to stop cleaning the spill.

"Allow me to take care of it."

As Annalise stared at her hand, where Barlow's touch lingered only moments ago, her heart fluttered with a blend of anticipation and uncertainty.

Why did it feel Like Barlow had touched her on purpose?

Barlow's expression remained unchanged as he wiped down the stain on his attire. He exuded an air of calm and control, refusing to let the mishap ruffle him.

Meanwhile, Virgil's phone suddenly rang, breaking the tension in the reom.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call," Virgil announced, excusing himself from the table and leaving with his phone in tow.

Taking a sip of her tea, Karina looked meaningfully at Annalise, who was seated across from her.

“The food is taking Longer than expected. Let me go and check with the waiter." With that, Karina got up from her seat.

Meanwhile, Rosalynn stepped out of the private room, answering a call from Hutton.

“Have you finished work? Are you heading home now?" Hutton asked.

Casting a glance at her wristwatch, Rosalynn responded, "I should reach home in about thirty minutes."

“Okay, I'll wait for you at home." Hutton's mood lightened.

"Alright," Rosalynn responded before ending the call.

Karina's voice came from the other side.

“Rosalynn?"

Rosalynn turned her head, she looked surprised.