She gave him a polite smile and took her headphones out from her pockets. Placing them in her head, she leaned back and closed her eyes to rest.

The soft hum of music droned in her ears. Indistinctly, she heard the muffled voice of the airline stewardess.

The gentle sounds lulled her to sleep. Sometime later, she felt a push.

Rosalynn’s eyes flew open. The plane had already landed.

The man sitting next to her was the one who nudged her awake.

Rosalynn smiled at him, and then glanced at Brian. She was shocked at his expression. He looked pissed, as if he was ready to jump straight into a fight.

Did she do something?

No, that couldn't be.

Deciding it was better to ignore him, Rosalynn stood up to take her belongings.

The man who sat beside her offered to help carry her luggage, but Rosalynn refused and walked out of the plane.

"May | have your phone number?"

She had underestimated his persistence. The man stopped her, refusing to give up.

Rosalynn frowned and was about to refuse again when she felt a hand on her shoulder. A cold voice sounded near her ears.

"No, she can't, She has a boyfriend."

Brian's icy glare fixed on the other man.

The young man was stunned. His eyes went from Brian, then to Rosalynn.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Brian wasn't Rosalynn’s boyfriend. He was her ex-husband!

Rosalynn felt the hand on her shoulder tighten and smiled, not refuting what Brian had just said.

Her silence had to do less with wanting to play along. It was more of her not wanting to give the young man her phone number. Between the two, accepting Brian's help was the less unpleasant option.

At the moment, it was better to keep her mouth shut and not correct the misunderstanding.

"I see. I'm sorry, | didn't know.”

The farce had seemingly convinced the man and he shrugged, finally leaving with his bag Rosalyn let out a relieved breath. She shrugged, trying to shake off Brian's hand.

But he was one step ahead of her. Before she could fully move, his hand had already left her shoulder.

She turned to him with raised eyebrows, intending to clarify what he had just said, only to be met with a cold expression. "Does your boyfriend know that you're this kind of person?"