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

was she supposed to present herself to

pulled out her phone, found Brian’s contact, and sent him an angry

“My clothes are torn!”

had just taken a sip

up, a smile flashing across his face

texted back, followed by a message to Edwin asking for a set of women’s clothes to

far from him, Selina was pouring the soup out

she grew curious about who he was

I made this soup myself.

his phone into his pocket, eyed the steaming

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