No Peeking At My Clothes!

Brian clutched his head, gazing at her with a face filled with sorrow, his eyebrows furrowed as if on the verge of weeping.

Little did he expect Marigold to jump up and strike him in such a manner, especially in the presence of their rival.

Marigold's heart softened as she realized the fragility of this man, contemplating whether she had been too harsh. After all, if they were to engage in a one-on-one confrontation, perhaps Brian wouldn't be her match.

She extended her hand, gently tugging at the stray locks of hair on Brian's forehead, symbolically ruffling them.

"Darling, go to bed. The only room left is a little girl's room. Do you really want to sleep in there?"

"Yes!" Brian replied loudly, childlike, disregarding Marigold's increasingly rigid expression.

Then, in a low mutter, he added, "It's not like I've never slept there before."