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Chapter: 683
“I’ve done my research. I’m trying to understand whether you’ve returned this time to seek vengeance
against the Hughes family.”
Barlow’s expression changed slightly, but he quickly resumed his typical playful smile. “You can
speculate all you want.”
Rosalynn looked at him, pursed her Lips and remained silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe didn’t believe his return was to exact revenge on the Hughes family.
At least for now, she hadn’t seen him engage in any harmful actions.
Despite his constant hostility towards Brian and his apparent flirtations with her, he hadn’t crossed any
boundaries.
On the contrary, he had been of assistance to both her and Karina on multiple occasions.
She found it difficult to discern his true intentions.
“I don’t believe your return is to seek revenge against the Hughes family,” Rosalynn voiced.
Barlow smirked enigmatically. “The truth always comes to light eventually.”
Rosalynn looked at him, intending to ask more questions.
But before she could, he interjected, “I’m famished. Do you have anything to eat?”
Rosalynn’s focus shifted. After considering for a moment, she responded, “I’m going to grab some food
and a few essentials for you.”
Raising an eyebrow, Barlow inquired, “Could you stay and look after me tonight? I wouldn’t want my
aunt to worry.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosalynn was about to suggest hiring a nurse for him.
But considering that he’d been injured while saving her, she relented.
“Alright .”
Smiling, Barlow glanced to the door, barely making out a tall silhouette.
Narrowing his eyes, he called out, “Rosalynn, I’m feeling a bit warm.
Could you check my forehead? Do you think I have a fever?”
Rosalynn frowned and leaned over to touch Barlow’s forehead.
“You don’t have a fever.”