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

shift touched a

eyes gaze at her, she decided to lend

me help you to your room to

his eyes

feeling in his eyes

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

her eyes, she hoisted his arm onto her shoulders

her, a silent acknowledgment of

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

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