Brian fought the urge to step back, his fists tightening slightly.

His intense gaze locked onto the dog.

Sensing his hostility, the dog bared her teeth in response.

Brian’s handsome features darkened.

“Hold her? Look at how dirty she is! Get in the car now!”

With that, he briskly entered the vehicle.

A soft chuckle escaped Rosalynn.

She wanted to tease him more, but a mixture of warmth and gratitude filled her. His wariness of dogs, stemming from a past psychological ordeal when he saved her, added a layer of tenderness.

Brian, whispering, “Honey, thanks for what

car, turned to her with an air

to

cradling the dog. “Then how should

you want a traffic accident, put

dog’s head and declared, “Sure, I’ll move to

clarified, “I

was

Rosalynn argued.

her plea, whimpered

brows knitted in

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