Without warning, Ross leaned down, his lips brushing close to Tianna's ear.
Whatever he whispered was so quiet, so deliberate, that not even the house's high-tech listening devices could pick it up.
The microphones placed all around—designed to capture every sound, every secret—caught nothing.
Just the movement of his lips.
Just the sudden change in Tianna's eyes.
For a heartbeat, she froze—her expression blank, unreadable.
Then everything shifted.
What happened next left the entire house in shock.
"I'll do it!" Tianna blurted suddenly. Her voice trembled, too high, too forced.
"Come on, let's go! I'll take a bath!"
And just like that, she grabbed Ross's hand—not gently, not calmly, but with urgent, shaky fingers—and practically dragged him toward the washroom, her face pale, her breathing quick.
The contestants watched in stunned silence.
"What the hell just happened?" someone muttered, breaking the silence.
But no one had an answer.
