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.

door now shut, tightened his lips and

hoped Brian could always be kind to

Angela’s Library

was prepared to step

outside, Rosalynn pushed away from

her attire, shot Brian a scathing look,

at

elevator, Rosalynn inquired, “Did you pluck my hair

stern

well and sent Edwin

to the Moreno lineage,

DNA test would verify their

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