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To Kyson, Selina was as good as a sister, a bond he valued deeply.
His upbringing in a nurturing environment had left him optimistic and cheerful.
This disposition was indeed a virtue, but it also meant he had rarely faced hardship, rendering him
naive and easily swayed. It was a fact Selina had deliberately exploited.
Her words were calculated.
Boys at Kyson’s age were often driven by passion and impulse, and they possessed a strong sense of
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As he saw Selina as his sister, he would undoubtedly take a stand for her if he believed she had been
wronged.
Brian and Rosalynn reached the Moreno family’s villa in silence.
As Brian brought the car to a stop, Rosalynn readied herself to exit.
Brian hit the button of central lock.
Rosalynn’s brow creased as she turned to him.
“Unlock the door,” she demanded.
Brian fixed his eyes on her.
“Do you really want to meet the Moreno family with such a distant demeanor?”
Rosalynn cast her gaze downward, sealing her lips, silent.
Brian let out a soft sigh and extended his hand to hers.
“Let’s make up, Rosalynn.”
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was unbearable.
Thus, he was prepared to yield once more, clinging to the hope of warming her chilled heart.
Rosalynn didn’t lift her head but contemplated the man’s hand, with its pronounced knuckles. After a
momentary hush, she said, “Brian, if your hand were slashed by a blade, would it heal by tomorrow?”
Brian’s lips tightened, recognizing her analogy.
Her wounds were deep. They couldn’t simply be ignored.
“Rosalymn…”
“Hear me out.”
Interrupting him, Rosalynn looked up.
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