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.

the lounge, Rosalynn surveyed her

supposed to present herself to others in

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

“My clothes are torn!”

had just taken a sip of water when

up, a smile flashing across

followed by a message to Edwin asking for a set of women’s

was pouring the soup out of the

she

I made this soup myself. Try it

pocket, eyed the steaming

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