"Can you really call yourself a man?" Rosalynn asked, irritation beginning to rise inside her.

Brian stopped and narrowed his eyes.

“Are you curious? | can let you confirm for yourself if you want.”

Rosalynn's eyes widened in shock.

She didn't need whatever he was insinuating. They had already slept together.

Unable to come up with a retort, she rolled her eyes and took the two suitcases with her.

She didn't understand why women fell for him left and right. He was an asshole, and that was putting it lightly.

Brian took a sideways glance at Rosalynn. She had gone quiet, but her brows furrowed, clearly battling annoyance.

He found out from Sanford yesterday that instead of appreciating his help, Rosalynn seemed to want to do nothing with him.

What was it about him that she was so dissatisfied about?

This woman was an enigma.

Rosalyn got on the plane and found her seat.

Begrudgingly, she had to admit that Bryan had been generous this time, seeing how he had booked her a seat in the first class.

But the two of them didn't sit together. There was a corridor between them, separating their seats.

Rosalynn put away her luggage and settled in her place.

Brian glanced at his seat, then at Rosalynn's, a frown appearing on his face.

How did Edwin book the tickets?

He should have gotten two seats together.

The other passengers entered the cabin one after another. Brian had no other choice but to sit down with a displeased face.

His irritation increased tenfold when he looked at Rosalynn.

Aman with blonde hair and blue eyes was sitting next to her.

The two were speaking in French.

“Where do you come from, beautiful lady?" the young man asked.

“Wragos," Rosalynn replied.

“Ah! | went there last year. It's a wonderful place to live in.”