Barlow walked to the bedside and handed her clean clothes.
Rosalynn frowned.
It was a complete set of underwear and outerwear.
âSo, whatâs my relationship with you? What are we supposed to be now?â
âSex friends!â
Rosalynnâs mouth hung open, Looking at him in disbelief.
For a moment, she wondered if her hangover had somehow affected her hearing.
The flabbergasted look on Rosalynnâs brought a mischievous smile to Barlowâs lips.
âHow about this for a story? You were absolutely taken with me last night, and you realized your true feelings for me.
Then you confessed and asked me to be your boyfriend.
â
Rosalynn didnât know what to say to him.
He couldnât seem to be serious even for a minute.
âWould you stop making fun of me?â
The smile on Barlowâs face didnât falter as he took out the dryer and said, âAlright.
We can flip things.
After last night, you hate me, but Iâm still obsessed with you.
â
Rosalynn groaned in annoyance.
âKeep talking, and the story would change to me killing you from hatred.
â
Barlow raised an eyebrow at her answer.
âBut then the show wouldnât go on.
For Brianâs sake, I have to make it believable.
I have a role to play as the vengeful brother who wants to take away everything he has for me.
â
His voice died down for a moment, a tinge of regret appearing in his eyes.
âBesides, hating me could go well for you too.
Then, Kennedy might feel sympathy for you instead of loathing you.
If you hurt me, thereâs still a chance that sheâll come after you.
After all, she probably still has feelings for me.
â
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If he had his way, Barlow would have preferred Kennedi to feel nothing but hatred for him.
It would be better for her to forget her feelings, but he knew that it was impossible now.
Love and hate were two sides of the same coin.
She could have killed him back in the hospital, but she didnât.
âAre you proud of yourself?â Rosalynn sneered.
âWhatâs not to be proud of?â Barlow answered easily.
Rosalynn rolled her eyes, opting to ignore his response.
She checked the time, then went to the bathroom for a shower.
The scent of alcohol still clung to her skin, and she wanted to wash it all off.
When she came out of the bathroom, Barlow was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.