Brian leaned in slightly, taking the glass from her hand. “This is my drink.”
Rosalynn was at a loss for words.
Had she taken his glass?
She had placed her own drink there just a moment ago.
“If the kiss left you wanting more, you could’ve just told me. No need for an indirect smooch.”
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the wine from his own glass.
Rosalynn’s heart raced uncontrollably.
Her cheeks reddened.
He must be teasing her intentionally.
Anew message appeared on Brian’s phone.
He pulled it out, looked at the screen, and frowned.
It was a message from Eleanor.
She informed him that she had arrived on the set.
Along with the text, she sent him a selfie.
Rosalynn brushed the hair by her ear, attempting to conceal her emotions.
Catching a glimpse of the message on his phone, she felt her heart stop beating.
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She saw the photo Eleanor had sent.
In the image, Eleanor’s cleavage was almost fully exposed as she struck a victorious pose for the
camera.
Her smile radiated joy.
For a moment, Rosalynn was overwhelmed by disappointment.
She regained her usual coolness and said to Karina and Keegan, “It’s getting late. We should head
out.”
She couldn’t understand why she had grown close to Brian.