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.

tightened his lips

hoped Brian could always be

Angela’s Library

prepared to

pushed away from Brian’s

inhaled deeply, adjusted her attire, shot Brian a

at his

Rosalynn inquired, “Did you pluck my

expression grew stern at

Kyson’s hair as well

to the Moreno lineage, Kyson would be her

would verify their

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