If the two childish men were to confront each other, would she be witness to such theatrics daily?

The car sped along until, two hours later, they finally reached their destination.

The expansive resort, encompassing thousands of square meters, was situated at the foot of a hill and beside a stream, with every amenity imaginable.

Upon their arrival, the resort's manager promptly came forward to greet them.

Then, the manager guided them to an exquisitely decorated private suite.

The manager informed her that arrangements had been made for them to spend the night.

Frowning, Rosalynn turned to Brian.

"I must go back."

Brian glanced at her casually.

"Tomorrow's Saturday; you don't have work.”

“But I'm merely your employee. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay the night."

Brian grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Rosalynn, everyone knows what the responsibilities of a personal secretary entail.”

Rosalynn was left without a retort.

Rosalynn felt as though she'd fallen into Brian's snare.

She had agreed to be his private partner, a secret kept from others.

Yet, he slowly revealed their association to those around him.

He had broken his vow.

However, she had no choice but to remain at his side.

After discussing the collaborative plans, everyone was in high spirits.

Henrik proposed, "Rosalynn, we're staying at the manor tonight. How about enjoying a drink with Brian?"

“Yes. Have a drink with Brian. A touch of alcohol can add to the romance of the night!"

The others chimed in.