After taking a bath, Rosalynn spent some time sketching designs in her study, until she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Upon approaching the door and peering through the peephole, she found Brian standing outside.

With a frown, she stated, “Brian, I'm preparing for bed."

Outside, Brian's thin lips moved.

“Rosalynn, my back aches. Could you apply some ointment?"

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

“I'll call Edwin to take you to the hospital."

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital.”

His demeanor suggested that he would persist in standing at her door until she let him in.

Suppressing a sigh, Rosalynn reluctantly opened the door, her expression stern.

A waft of alcohol reached her nostrils. Clearly, he had been drinking.

Rosalynn couldn't help chastising him, “Brian, you're aware of your injury. Why would you drink?"

Once inside and in his slippers, Brian noticed her disgruntled face and drew her into an embrace.

“Do you feel pity for me? It's comforting to have a wife who cares Rosalynn scowled and pulled away from him with a distasteful grimace.

“Please, don't flatter yourself."

Brian staggered slightly, clutching his chest with a pained expression.

“Darling, it hurts."

“Your injury is on your back; not on your chest."

Brian straightened up, the playful smile returning to his face as he ceased his teasing.

“I need to take a shower."

Watching him saunter towards the bathroom, Rosalynn ran her fingers through her hair, her expression gloomy.

He waltzed into her house, proclaiming her as his wife.