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.

Rosalynn surveyed her torn

she supposed to present herself to others

out her phone, found Brian’s contact,

“My clothes are torn!”

had just taken a sip of water when his phone

a smile flashing across his face

he texted back, followed by a message to Edwin asking for

pouring the soup out of the

face, she grew

made this soup myself. Try

his phone into his pocket, eyed the steaming soup,

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