Brian stared at Debora with an innocent and helpless gaze.

He knew his grandmother's thoughts, but Selina was a guest, and she had lived there previously. It wouldn't be right to kick her out, would it?

“So you're Rosalynn, Brian's wife? Brian mentioned you to me before, claiming you were unattractive. If you're deemed unattractive, then are there any beautiful women in the world?" Selina spoke, her smile elegantly poised.

Although her words seemingly praised Rosalynn's beauty, the hidden implication was a critique of Brian's past dislike for Rosalynn.

Brian's brows knitted together in response.

Rosalynn, maintaining a calm demeanor, shot Selina a brief smile and said, "When Brian first met me, I indeed didn't Look my best. We humans are a superficial lot. It's only natural he didn’t fancy me.”

Her words were a subtle jab at Brian's superficiality.

Sitting beside her, Brian sighed.

“Rosalynn, will you hold that against me forever? If a time machine existed, I'd go back to the day we first met."

Rosalynn retorted, “Even if we could go back in time, with your superficial attitude, you'd turn around and Leave upon seeing me."

Brian remembered how, two years ago, he had turned and left upon seeing Rosalynn for the first time, not merely due to her appearance but also because of his sour mood.

However, voicing this thought now seemed defensive, so he stayed silent.

"I'm sorry, Rosalynn. Please, tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness. Whatever you say, I'll do," Brian pleaded, taking her hand. His eyes were filled with sincerity and affection.

His display of humility stirred something within Selina.

Brian had always been aloof, never showing such vulnerability to a woman, not even to her.

Rosalynn looked at Brian, her heart aching.

Should she give him another chance?

If it wasn't for his indiscretion with Eleanor, she would.

Rosalynn wanted to ask him about Eleanor, but was cut off by the ringing of Brian's phone.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, but he still retrieved his phone from his pocket.

His expression softened as he saw the caller ID.

His parents had divorced, and his mother, after remarrying, had given birth to a daughter.