Selina took in his disheveled clothes and tousled hair.
âI brought you some soup.
Brian, are you not feeling well?â
Brian shut the lounge door behind him and responded lightly, âI didnât sleep well last night, so I was just catching a nap.
â
Really?
Selina cast a doubtful glance at the lounge, only to see darkness engulfing the inside.
âYou mustnât overwork yourself.
â
Without offering any response, Brian moved to pour himself some water.
Inside the lounge, Rosalynn surveyed her torn clothes, speechless.
How was she supposed to present herself to others in this state?
She pulled out her phone, found Brianâs contact, and sent him an angry emoji.
âMy clothes are torn!â
Outside, Brian had just taken a sip of water when his phone buzzed.
âs BunnyBookery
He picked it up, a smile flashing across his face when he saw the sender.
âHang tight,â he texted back, followed by a message to Edwin asking for a set of womenâs clothes to be sent over as soon as possible.
Not far from him, Selina was pouring the soup out of the thermos.
Seeing the smile on Brianâs face, she grew curious about who he was texting.
âBrian, I made this soup myself.
Try it while itâs still warm.
â
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Brian slipped his phone into his pocket, eyed the steaming soup, and said, âIâm not hungry.
Leave it for Later.
â
Was it because he wasnât hungry or because he didnât want to consume the soup she had prepared?
Selina blinked, moving to him gracefully.
There was no one else around.
She wanted to recreate the good old times with him,
âBrian, your collar is askew.
Let me fix it for you.
â
Before Brian could react, Selina was on her toes, adjusting his collar.