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.

the influence of alcohol, his icy demeanor thawed, revealing a softer

touched a chord in

at her, she decided to lend a

me help you to your

silent, his eyes

his eyes that resembled a

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

eyes, she hoisted his arm onto her shoulders and assisted him

a silent

complained, pushing open the door to the bedroom and guiding him to

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