His smile was laced with defiance.
Seeing the smile, Brianâs eyes narrowed, convinced that Lyndonâs fall was a ruse.
A heavy tension filled the air.
âLyndon, are you okay?â
Kyson and Selina rushed to his side.
Lyndon just quirked his lips, remaining silent.
With a steely expression, Brian muttered, âClumsy fool.
â
Rosalynn, after checking Lyndonâs pulse and hearing Brianâs remark, looked at him with reprimanding eyes.
Without a word of rebuke, her gaze said it all.
The irritation in Brianâs chest swelled.
Rosalynn helped Lyndon to his feet, cautioning, âYouâre lucky itâs just exhaustion.
Donât underestimate your health.
Rest up, or youâll be ill again.
â
Lyndon nodded in gratitude.
âThanks.
â
His look was gentle and yielding.
Brianâs lips tightened into a severe line, his annoyance palpable.
He drew Rosalynn into a firm embrace and said icily, âLetâs go.
â
Brian accused him inwardly of faking sickness for attention.
Feeling moody, Brian gripped her even closer.
Rosalynn could only sense the crushing embrace tightening around her, causing discomfort.
She grimaced and tugged at his arm.
âJust walk.
Thereâs no need to hold me.
â
Brian peered at her, asserting, âI can embrace my wife anytime I wish.
â
Inwardly scoffing, Rosalynn looked up at him.
âAm I just a plaything to you?â