Brianâs reply was a swift.
âOne more kiss.
â
He kissed her lips before finally allowing her to go.
Lyndon, who had been approaching slowly, observed their intimate exchange, his hands balling into fists, only to relax them moments later.
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Hughes, good evening.
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Lyndonâs voice carried a note of indifference.
âGood evening,â Rosalynn replied, her words laced with a smile.
As she spoke, warmth spread through her hand as Brian entwined his fingers with hers.
Rosalynnâs smile faded as she turned to gaze at him.
Brianâs brow creased, but he remained silent, simply gripping her hand firmly.
Was it not sufficient to put on an act? Did he always have to flaunt?
Rosalynnâs desire to pull away battled with her wish not to appear as a laughingstock before the others.
In the end, she relented, allowing the entwining of their fingers.
Brianâs satisfaction was evident.
Catching Lyndonâs gaze, he offered a nod before escorting Rosalynn with an aloof demeanor to the villaâs door, where he pressed the doorbell.
Lyndon trailed behind, his gaze dimming and shifting away upon witnessing their joined hands.
Shortly after, a servant appeared, ushering the three of them into the villa with respect.
In the villaâs hall, Selina and Kyson were deep in conversation on the sofa.
At the groupâs entrance, Selina rose, her smile welcoming.
âBrian, Lyndon, Rosalynn.
Isnât this a pleasant surprise? Youâve arrived together?â
The two men maintained stoic faces, offering no response.
With courteous poise, Rosalynn said, âWe happened to cross paths.
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âDo I need to make introductions?â Selina inquired.
Rosalynn cast a look at the two men and replied, âThereâs no need.
â
Selinaâs smile persisted, her gaze lingering on the hands clasped between Brian and Rosalynn.
Had they made up so swiftly?