"Oh, I got a bit delayed on the way," Rosalind replied softly, pulling Asher along as she prepared to introduce him. But she suddenly noticed that Asher's eyes were fixed on Shirley. When they first met, he hadn't reacted like this. A wave of inexplicable irritation surged in her heart, and Rosalind yanked Asher sharply, bringing him back to his senses. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" Asher hadn't expected Shirley, his fourth sister, to be so beautiful, and he was momentarily stunned.
"Honey?" Shirley frowned, her lovely face turning cold. "Rosalind, who is he?"
Rosalind immediately tightened her grip on Asher's arm and tilted her head to rest on his strong shoulder. "He's my boyfriend. His last name is Collins."
"Rosalind, you're not joking, are yo
