To Kyson, Selina was as good as a sister, a bond he valued deeply.
His upbringing in a nurturing environment had left him optimistic and cheerful.
This disposition was indeed a virtue, but it also meant he had rarely faced hardship, rendering him naive and easily swayed.
It was a fact Selina had deliberately exploited.
Her words were calculated.
Boys at Kysonâs age were often driven by passion and impulse, and they possessed a strong sense of justice.
As he saw Selina as his sister, he would undoubtedly take a stand for her if he believed she had been wronged.
Brian and Rosalynn reached the Moreno familyâs villa in silence.
As Brian brought the car to a stop, Rosalynn readied herself to exit.
Brian hit the button of central lock.
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Rosalynnâs brow creased as she turned to him.
âUnlock the door,â she demanded.
Brian fixed his eyes on her.
âDo you really want to meet the Moreno family with such a distant demeanor?â
Rosalynn cast her gaze downward, sealing her lips, silent.
Brian let out a soft sigh and extended his hand to hers.
âLetâs make up, Rosalynn.
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In this marriage, regardless of her coldness, his love for her was unwavering.
The thought of losing her was unbearable.
Thus, he was prepared to yield once more, clinging to the hope of warming her chilled heart.
Rosalynn didnât lift her head but contemplated the manâs hand, with its pronounced knuckles.
After a momentary hush, she said, âBrian, if your hand were slashed by a blade, would it heal by tomorrow?â
Brianâs lips tightened, recognizing her analogy.
Her wounds were deep.
They couldnât simply be ignored.
âRosalymnâ¦â
âHear me out.
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Interrupting him, Rosalynn looked up.