“Rosalynn, who else do you love besides your grandfather?"

With her eyes hazy with inebriation, Rosalynn began to list names slowly.

"Karina, Leandro, Keegan, Hutton..."

She rattled off many names, but his was conspicuously missing.

Brian was perturbed and pulled her into his embrace.

“What else? Did you forget the most crucial man? A man who can make you incredibly happy?"

Rosalynn stared at him, wrestling internally before spitting out, “You're not my grandfather. You're that awful man. You're the superficial jerk. I don't want to see you!"

Her constant squirming was disconcerting to Brian.

Taking a deep breath, he carried her into the bathroom.

“Yes, I may be a superficial jerk, but also a charming man who can make you happy. Let's take a shower. After that, I'll Let you have your way, okay?"

They both entered the bathroom.

Brian began to undress her.

When drunk, Rosalynn was far from her usual aloof demeanor, instead exhibiting an endearing naivety.

The sight of her fair skin under the Light caused his gaze to darken.

He quickly shed his own clothes, wincing slightly at a sharp pain in his back.

Casting a look at the discarded garments on the floor, Brian decided to focus solely on the woman in his arms as he led her into the shower.

As the water cascaded over them, Brian had to admit there were areas where they paired well together.

Tonight, the inebriated woman appeared more relaxed than usual.

From the bathroom to the living room, then finally to the bed, they moved, their bodies intertwining.

Just before the pinnacle of their intimacy, Brian glanced at the captivating woman beneath him and deliberately slowed his pace.

“Rosalynn, tell me, do you love me?”

Her eyes were hazy, her senses craving fulfilment.