Wasnât he afraid of overexertion?
Rosalynn contemplated to herself as she Lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.
However, the moment her feet touched the floor, she swayed unsteadily, her strength failing.
Quickly, she steadied herself using the bedâs edge, preventing an untimely fall.
Rosalynn was at a loss for words.
It wasnât until she regained some strength that she managed to leave the bedroom.
In the living room, Brian was busily working at his desk.
Adorned in Light gray pajamas, his handsome features were as vibrant as ever.
Remembering the previous dayâs events, Rosalynn rolled her eyes discreetly.
How unjust.
He was the one who had expended the energy, yet it was she who bore the brunt of the exhaustion.
âI know Iâm good-looking.
Thereâs no need to stare,â Brian remarked, lifting his gaze to her with a mild smile.
Jolted back to reality, Rosalynn moved to pour herself a glass of water.
âDonât flatter yourself.
I was merely wondering how many performance-enhancers you consumed Last night,â she retorted.
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Her throat was parched and her voice was raspy.
Rosalynn coughed slightly, downing a full glass of water to quench her thirst.
Brian cast her a brief glance before saying, âGo freshen up.
After that, come and have breakfast.
You must be famished.
â
Rosalynn, consumed by hunger, patted her flat stomach and cast a glance at Brian.
His gaze, unchanging, remained glued to the computer screen; his attractive features were etched with composure.
Yesterday, he had roamed every inch of her body in a meticulous examination.
He didnât suspect the relationship between her and Barlow anymore, did he?
A pout formed on Rosalynnâs lips as she picked up her phone, retreating to the sanctuary of the bathroom.
Her phoneâs battery was gasping its last breath.
Upon inspection, she noticed texts from Maggie and Keegan inquiring about her whereabouts from the previous afternoon
After responding to each message individually, her gaze settled on a text from Barlow.