Reminiscing about his recent moments with Rosalynn, Brian smiled subtly.

If it weren't for the baby, he might have already won over Rosalynn's heart.

Selina's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Brian, are you talking about the woman your grandmother forced you to marry two years ago?"

Force him? That wasn't entirely accurate.

“It wasn't my grandmother who imposed this on me. We were meant to be together, but I failed to appreciate it," Brian explained.

Rosalynn had come to him willingly, intending to repay him for saving her life.

No one could have forced her into marriage if she hadn't agreed.

“Brian, there seems to be an intriguing backstory to you and your wife.

"Can you share?”

Selina lightly held onto Brian's arm.

Brian paused, glanced at her hand, and gently detached himself.

Selina looked a bit taken aback.

"I'm sorry, Brian. It was a habit."

She was used to being affectionate with him.

Brian, lifting her suitcase, said, “I'm married. I should avoid unnecessary physical contact with other women.”

Selina withdrew her hand, feigning calm.

"I understand, but we're still good friends, aren't we?"

Hadn't she heard that Brian loathed that woman?

Why did he suddenly fall for her?

Leaving the airport, Selina got into Brian's car

"It feels good to be back in a familiar city. Brian, you're spending the entire day with me. I've missed the local food, so you owe me a feast later."