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 clothes,

she supposed to present herself to others in

her phone, found Brian’s contact, and sent him

“My clothes are torn!”

sip of water

up, a smile flashing across his face when he

back, followed by a message to Edwin asking for

Selina was pouring the soup

Brian’s face, she

this soup myself. Try it while it’s

eyed the steaming soup, and said, “I’m

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