“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.

vehicle pulled away briskly, its departure marked by a plume of

the car disappeared from view. Only then did he avert his eyes and make

stature cut a solitary figure

into the driver’s seat,

from his pocket

youth in his late teens, standing beside a small,

“Rosa, are you doing well up

the photo tenderly, while a

the driver, her tone icy, instructed, “Please, take me back to the

Thank you.”

turned her gaze to the window, her

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