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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“You mustn’t overwork yourself.”
Without offering any response, Brian moved to pour himself some water.
Inside the lounge, Rosalynn surveyed her torn clothes, speechless.
How was she supposed to present herself to others in this state?
She pulled out her phone, found Brian’s contact, and sent him an angry emoji.
“My clothes are torn!”
Outside, Brian had just taken a sip of water when his phone buzzed.
He picked it up, a smile flashing across his face when he saw the sender.
“Hang tight,” he texted back, followed by a message to Edwin asking for a set of women’s clothes to be
sent over as soon as possible.
Not far from him, Selina was pouring the soup out of the thermos.
Seeing the smile on Brian’s face, she grew curious about who he was texting.
“Brian, I made this soup myself. Try it while it’s still warm.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrian slipped his phone into his pocket, eyed the steaming soup, and said, “I’m not hungry. Leave it for
Later.”
Was it because he wasn’t hungry or because he didn’t want to consume the soup she had prepared?
Selina blinked, moving to him gracefully.
There was no one else around. She wanted to recreate the good old times with him,
“Brian, your collar is askew. Let me fix it for you.”
Before Brian could react, Selina was on her toes, adjusting his collar.
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