Alone, she surveyed the grand estate, plucking a crimson rose and idly twirling it between her fingers.
As the apple of the eye of the Moreno family, she would tolerate no threat.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Brian finally came back with the food Lyndon required.
At that moment, Rosalynn sat by Lyndon’s side, engaged in gentle conversation.
Lyndon, with a soft smile playing on his lips, observed Rosalynn under the soft glow of the Lamplight,
their scene resembling a cozy painting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJealousy gnawed at Brian, yet he quelled it and strode through the door, declaring, “Have a taste.”
His face etched with displeasure, Lyndon greeted his sour expression with a teasing smile, “Mr.
Hughes, your efforts are most commendable.
It’s truly an honor to try the food you’ve so kindly brought.”
Brian responded with cool detachment, “Don’t mention it. After all, you did save my wife’s life.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Lyndon remarked lightly, “It appears I should be thanking Rosa for this.”
Brian retorted plainly, “Just so you’re aware.”
Their banter continued as Rosalynn set about unpacking the food.
“Lyndon, eat up while it’s warm,” she encouraged.
Brian observed her, on the verge of feeding Lyndon, and intervened, seizing the bowl of porridge from
her hands.
“I’ll take over.”
Lyndon cast a glance at him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Oh? Feeding me, are you?”
Brian shot back, “Getting your hopes up?”
Lyndon quipped, “Just a reminder. Don’t get too carried away. I assure you, I’m quite straight.”
Brian could only muster a wordless stare.
“Will you eat it yourself, or shall I summon the caregiver for assistance?” Brian inquired, his face a
mask of indifference.
Upon noticing Lyndon’s glance in Rosalynn’s direction, a frosty gleam flashed in Brian’s eyes. Did he
expect Rosalynn to attend to him?
The thought crossed Brian’s mind.
With a smile, Lyndon accepted the bowl.