She smirked slightly, selected a comforting emoji, and sent it off to assuage him.

However, just as she did, her phone was swiftly snatched away.

Whirling around, she found Brian perusing her phone before he promptly retracted her sent emoji.

“Brian, what are you doing?" she asked, perplexed by his abrupt action.

“You touched another man with that emoji," Brian stated.

"You're my woman. You can only touch me."

Rosalynn was momentarily taken aback, finding his statement both amusing and absurd.

Under her breath, she muttered, “You truly are a three-year-old.”

“What did you say?"

Brian's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Rosalynn rolled her eyes secretly and pasted on a contrived smile.

"I was just addressing you as Mr. Hughes."

If she had admitted to calling him three years old, she suspected he might impose some Ludicrous punishment.

“No, you said something else," Brian insisted icily.

Rosalynn glanced at him.

“Are you sure you want to know?"

"Go ahead."

"You're indeed only three years old," she couldn't help but repeat, stifling a chuckle.

Brian fixed his gaze on her, and a smile slowly spread across his face.

His smile was undeniably charming, but it filled Rosalynn with an unsettling feeling.

Sure enough, she felt a hand reach for her thigh.

Inhaling sharply, she quickly halted his advances. Glancing at the driver, she cautioned Brian in a hushed voice, "Brian, don't do this. We're not alone; the driver's up front."