But Lyndon was.

Exhausted by their overt displays of affection.

“Rosa, really, you mustn’t. I’ll call my assistant if there’s a need.

You go on with your day,” Lyndon insisted, compelling Rosalynn to relent.

“Then I’ll bring you the congee I cook tomorrow morning,” she offered.

“Alright,” Lyndon conceded quietly.

Cradling Rosalynn, Brian acknowledged Lyndon with a nod, signaling his triumph, and departed.

the door now shut, tightened his

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