But his gesture wasnât the typical offer of a handshake.
Rosalynn stood there, confused, as she looked at him inquisitively.
Lyndonâs smile remained as he quirked an eyebrow.
âCare to check my pulse, Rosalynn?â
Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.
It became clear that he wanted her to check his pulse.
She couldnât help but smile.
She reached out, gently placing her fingertips against his wrist to feel his pulse.
Unmoving and silent, Lyndon fixed his gaze on her.
Maggie had been watching Lyndon closely ever since he had first appeared.
There was no denying it-he was a strikingly handsome man.
But something about the way he looked at Rosalynn set off alarm bells in Maggieâs mind.
There was tenderness in his gaze as if he were looking at the woman he loved.
Maggieâs heart couldnât help but fill with vigilance.
Who on earth was this guy?
Did he have a crush on Rosalyn?
âMr.
Fernandez, you have not fully recovered yet, but itâs nothing serious,â Rosalynn reassured him after checking his pulse.
Lyndon was about to respond when someone behind him asked him to step aside.
Almost instinctively, he placed his arm around Rosalynnâs shoulder and pulled her aside.
Maggieâs eyes widened in surprise.
She was about to tell him to let Rosalynn go, but he released her on his own accord.
Maggie blinked, then quickly pulled Rosalynn aside.
âRosalyn, Iâm feeling a bit tired.
Can we head upstairs now?â
Rosalynn nodded, saying, âMr.
Fernandez, we are leaving.
â
Lyndon cast a fleeting glance at Maggie, sensing her wariness, before turning away.
âOkay.
â
It was just a quick glance, but it left Maggie feeling somewhat on edge.
This man had an aura about him that was no less imposing than Brianâs.