“Of course. Rosa once saved my life, a debt I’m bound to honor. Should she call, I’m at her service.”

His tone was steady, yet it bore an edge of irrefutable resolve.

Brian’s hold on Rosalynn’s shoulder tightened instinctively.

He sensed Lyndon’s underlying interest in his wife, an irritation to any husband.

“Mr. Fernandez, no imposition is necessary. As her husband, I am quite capable of attending to my wife’s needs.”

With that, he ushered Rosalynn towards their car without another word.

Rosalynn turned around, offering Lyndon a courteous smile before slipping into the car.

departure marked by a plume

did he avert his eyes and make his way to his own

there, his tall stature cut a solitary figure against the vast

settled into the driver’s seat,

a wallet from

late teens, standing beside a small, enchanting

up there? It was you who sent her,

and slender, caressed the photo tenderly, while a complex

the Bentley, Rosalynn, seated beside the driver, her tone icy, instructed, “Please,

Thank you.”

her gaze to the window, her silence a clear

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