Being pregnant, she wore it even more infrequently.
The perfume on Brianâs coat was unmistakably potent.
Who did it belong to?
Brian, who was about to buckle Rosalynnâs seatbelt, noticed her preoccupation and inquired, âWhatâs wrong?â
Rosalynn peered at him and questioned, âDid you go out for a business meeting today?â
Brian nodded, replying, âYeah, a business lunch.
â
Rosalynn probed further, âWere there any women?â
Brian quirked an eyebrow, curious.
âWhat are you suggesting?â
Without a word, Rosalynn passed him the coat.
âTake a whiff of this.
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Brian, taking the coat, sniffed it and caught the fragrance of perfume.
His brow furrowed as he recalled the woman who had accidentally bumped into him earlier.
His expression turned serious.
That woman appeared remarkably similar to Rosalynn.
It seems the perfume got on the coat then.
Brian flung the coat into the back seat and tenderly tilted Rosalynnâs face up, giving her a quick kiss.
âSomething bothering you? Donât worry, one wife is more than enough for me.
I donât have the spare energy for anyone else.
â
Rosalynn paused, then gave him a light punch, saying, âOkay, okay, letâs get going.
â
She did trust him, yet she felt the need to ask.
Seeing her return to her normal self, Brian let out a relieved breath, secured her seatbelt, and drove off.
Elsewhere, Hyatt drove off with Karina and Carlow settling into the back seat.
Karina was a bit confused.
She had assumed Carlow would sit in the passenger seat, which was why she picked the back.
However, Carlow had chosen to sit with her in the back.
Did he really see Hyatt as just a driver?
For crying out loud, Hyatt was a vice president of the company.
Karina couldnât help but scoff to herself, casually throwing a question at Hyatt.
âSo, Hyatt, have you two reached any cooperation yet?â