Karina cast a fleeting glance at him, then averted her eyes.
Determined not to be swayed again, she tucked her hair behind her ear and said, âI need to use the bathroom.
Please, feel free to head to my previous room.
â
She dismissed him just like that, huh?
How indifferent she seemed!
Barlow took a deep breath, struggling to control his frustration.
He stood, stretched out his aching muscles, and sat back down to massage his legs.
In the bathroom, Karina splashed water on her face, staring at her own reflection in the mirror.
The brief glimpse she had caught earlie
r continued to haunt her thoughts.
Once doubt had seeded, she couldnât shake it from her mind, driving her to unravel the mystery.
Who was he, really?
Could he be the man she thought about so often?
Yet, if it were truly him, why hadnât he come clean to her and Haleigh?
Karinaâs gaze fell on the toothbrush resting on the sink.
Barlow was related to Haleigh.
A DNA test using his toothbrush might finally bring her some answers.
Her heart thudded with resolve as she quietly made up her mind.
After steadying her breathing and composing herself, she exited the bathroom.
Back in the living room, Barlow was still on the couch, caught in a fit of coughing.
Karina raised her eyebrows and asked, âWhy are you still here?â
âIâm not feeling well,â Barlow replied, giving her a pitiful look.
âWhat seems to be the problem?â
âMy throat hurts, I feel chilly all over my body, and my legs are aching.
â
Karinaâs frown deepened, concern evident in her gaze.
She sat beside him on the sofa and checked his forehead for a fever.
Thankfully, he wasnât running a temperature.
âIt sounds like youâve caught a cold.
Did you take any medicine?â