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

present herself to others in

phone, found Brian’s contact, and

“My clothes are torn!”

Brian had just taken a sip of water when his phone

picked it up, a smile flashing across his face when

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

pouring the soup

on Brian’s face, she grew curious about who he was

this soup myself.

his phone into his pocket, eyed the steaming

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