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.

shut, tightened his lips and closed his

could always be kind to

Angela’s Library

was prepared to

away from Brian’s grasp,

her attire, shot Brian a scathing look, and hastened toward the

trailed behind at his own

elevator, Rosalynn inquired, “Did you pluck my

grew stern

well and sent Edwin to Wragos for

to the Moreno lineage, Kyson would be her

DNA test would verify their familial

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