Carrying her into the elevator, Brian studied her peaceful face and a wave of affection washed over him.

How he wished she could be this calm and cooperative more often!

The elevator ascended and soon halted at the 27th floor.

With a gentle chime, the elevator doors slid open.

The sound echoed through the quiet corridor and roused Rosalynn from her slumber.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her gaze Landing on Brian's firm jawline, and immediately began to squirm.

“Let me go. I don't want to see you. Why are you here?"

Brian was caught off guard by her sudden wakefulness, and Rosalynn easily slipped to the floor.

But the alcohol weakened her balance, and she nearly collapsed.

Brian caught her just in time and drew her close.

“Calm down, Rosalynn. We're almost home.”

Blinking in confusion, Rosalynn looked around.

"Right, I need to get home."

"That's right, we're going home." In a soft voice, Brian reassured her and continued the short journey to his apartment with her in tow.

Rosalynn stumbled, attempting to shake off Brian's hold.

“No, this is your place, not mine. I want to go to my home!"

Brian tightened his embrace and said, “Remember, what's mine is yours."

“It's not like that! I don't love you anymore, and I refuse to share you with someone else!”

Rosalynn made a valiant attempt to free herself from his hold, delivering a few solid pushes and kicks in the process.

Brushing aside the pain, Brian attempted to pacify her.

“Alright, alright. You don't Love me, but I do love you. How about this? If you refuse to go to my place, I'll accompany you to yours and be at your beck and call."

At his words, Rosalynn ceased her resistance and broke into a soft giggle.