Brian reached out to her once more.
This time, Rosalynn didnât reject the call.
She accepted it.
âBrian, please stop.
â
She had no desire to meet him at the moment.
Solitude was her only wish.
âStep out of the car!â
At the other end, the manâs breath came out ragged, betraying his struggle to keep his fury at bay.
Annoyed, Rosalynn retorted, âIâm warning you.
â
âStep out of the car! Rosalynn, you know who I am!â
His tone was icy, laced with caution.
Gripping her phone, Rosalynnâs memory flashed to the time he had wrongly accused her of infidelity with Barlow.
Brian had collided with Barlowâs car in a fit of rage, sparking a vehement altercation.
If she didnât exit the vehicle now, his irritation might reach new heights.
Rosalynn, trying to temper her emotions, urged, âIâm going to leave the car, but please, try to keep your temper in check.
Remember, youâre a person, not an untamed creature that loses its temper at wilt!â
Brian was left at a loss for words.
Once sheâd hung up, Rosalynn turned to Lyndon.
âLyndon, my apologies.
Could you please pull over? The car tailing us belongs to my husband.
â
Lyndon cast a brief glance her way, wordlessly decelerating, steering to the roadside.
Brianâs car zoomed by Lyndonâs, halting ahead of them.
Emerging from his vehicle, Brianâs expression was frigid, his stance rigid, enveloped in an aura of gloom.
He shut his door with a resounding thud, as if gearing up for confrontation.
Rosalynnâs heart raced despite her cautioning him.
His temper could be bearable towards her, but not towards an uninvolved party.
Lyndon made to exit the car, but she quickly grabbed his arm and intervened, âThank you for the ride.
This is where I depart.
Thereâs no need for you to get out.
â
Lyndonâs eyes landed on her hand gripping his arm.