What was he implying? She was utterly confused.

The room descended into silence.

Rosalynn turned her attention to Brian, sprawled inebriated on the couch. Setting aside the ingredients, she bent over and gently patted his face.

“Hey, wake up. The bed would be far more comfortable.”

Brian’s eyes fluttered open, their soft gaze captivating under the gentle illumination.

Brian was undeniably aloof and haughty when he was sober.

his icy demeanor thawed, revealing

shift touched a

his sleep-laden eyes gaze at her, she

me help you to your

remained silent, his eyes fixed on her

depth of feeling in his eyes that resembled a man deeply in

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

arm onto her shoulders

against her, a silent

pushing open the door to the bedroom and guiding him to

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