Was he intending to maintain two romantic relationships simultaneously?

She sighed. She simply had to endure his antics for one more month.

Twenty minutes Later, Brian emerged from the bathroom.

Clad only in a white bath towel fastened around his waist, he was still damp from the shower.

His chest and abs were muscular and well-defined.

Seated on the sofa, Rosalynn spared him a glance before turning away.

Images flooded her mind and she found herself swallowing involuntarily.

Was he intentionally seducing her?

“Will you apply the ointment here?" Brian positioned himself next to her.

"Yes," responded Rosalynn, her expression void of emotion.

"Alright." Brian rested his head on her lap.

She could feel his warmth seeping through her clothing.

Rosalynn's heartbeat quickened.

Casting her gaze upon his red, inflamed wound, she furrowed her brows slightly.

“sit upright. I can't apply the ointment with you in this position."

The wound was starting to fester.

He must have been doing this deliberately.

"Where should I lie down, then? Your bed?" Brian flashed her a smile, his eyes burning with desire.

Rosalynn rolled her eyes and stood up with a sigh. She plopped down on the carpet and pointed at the sofa.

"Lie on your stomach,"

Brian did as he was told, though the smile remained on his Lips.

Rosalynn glanced at the inflamed wound and pulled out the silver needle from her bracelet.