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.

under the influence of alcohol, his icy

touched a chord in Rosalynn’s

at her, she decided to lend

help you to your room to

remained silent, his eyes fixed on her

feeling in his eyes that resembled

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

eyes, she hoisted his arm onto

heavily against her, a silent acknowledgment of her

pushing open the door

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