Selina took in his disheveled clothes and tousled hair. “I brought you some soup. Brian, are you not feeling well?”

Brian shut the lounge door behind him and responded lightly, “I didn’t sleep well last night, so I was just catching a nap.”

Really?

Selina cast a doubtful glance at the lounge, only to see darkness engulfing the inside.

“You mustn’t overwork yourself.”

Without offering any response, Brian moved to pour himself some water.

lounge, Rosalynn surveyed her torn

to present herself to

phone, found Brian’s contact, and sent

“My clothes are torn!”

sip

it up, a smile flashing across his face

Edwin asking for a set of women’s clothes to be sent over

was pouring

she grew curious about who

made this soup myself. Try it while it’s

into his pocket, eyed the steaming soup, and said, “I’m

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