Brian’s reply was a swift.
“One more kiss.”
He kissed her lips before finally allowing her to go.
Lyndon, who had been approaching slowly, observed their intimate exchange, his hands balling into
fists, only to relax them moments later.
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Lyndon’s voice carried a note of indifference.
“Good evening,” Rosalynn replied, her words laced with a smile.
As she spoke, warmth spread through her hand as Brian entwined his fingers with hers.
Rosalynn’s smile faded as she turned to gaze at him.
Brian’s brow creased, but he remained silent, simply gripping her hand firmly.
Was it not sufficient to put on an act? Did he always have to flaunt?
Rosalynn’s desire to pull away battled with her wish not to appear as a laughingstock before the others.
In the end, she relented, allowing the entwining of their fingers.
Brian’s satisfaction was evident. Catching Lyndon’s gaze, he offered a nod before escorting Rosalynn
with an aloof demeanor to the villa’s door, where he pressed the doorbell.
Lyndon trailed behind, his gaze dimming and shifting away upon witnessing their joined hands.
Shortly after, a servant appeared, ushering the three of them into the villa with respect.
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In the villa’s hall, Selina and Kyson were deep in conversation on the sofa.
At the group’s entrance, Selina rose, her smile welcoming.
“Brian, Lyndon, Rosalynn. Isn’t this a pleasant surprise? You’ve arrived together?”
The two men maintained stoic faces, offering no response.
With courteous poise, Rosalynn said, “We happened to cross paths.”
“Do I need to make introductions?” Selina inquired.
Rosalynn cast a look at the two men and replied, “There’s no need.”
Selina’s smile persisted, her gaze lingering on the hands clasped between Brian and Rosalynn.
Had they made up so swiftly?