Brian retorted, âNot at all.
Youâre my queen.
I should be bowing before you, kissing your hand.
â
âThen do it.
Kneel,â Rosalynn taunted him.
Brian arched an eyebrow.
âIs that truly what you desire?â
Rosalynn tilted her head defiantly.
âI doubt youâd dare.
â
Brian countered, âWell, youâre mistaken.
â
Rosalynn shot back, âIâm still waiting, then.
â
Brianâs gaze fell upon her gentle features, and his gloom lifted without reason.
She had at last engaged him in conversation, abandoning their silent standoff.
This renewed exchange unexpectedly brought a tear to his eye.
How vulnerable he felt!
Yet, in his wifeâs presence, he had no need for pretense of strength.
Meanwhile, Kyson was propping up Lyndon, noticing his fixed stare at Rosalynnâs retreating figure, he blurted out, âLyndon, do you fancy her?â
Lyndon shot him a brief look and murmured, âRosaâs the one who saved my life.
â
Kyson acknowledged with a nod, âShe did seem quite adept at checking your pulse.
â
Stopping in his tracks, Lyndon asked, âKyson, you donât seem fond of her?â
With a twist of his mouth, Kyson retorted, âShe snatched the wedding that was meant for Selina.
â
Lyndon gave Selina a frosty look.
âKyson, youâve much to learn.
Lifeâs not so straightforward.
If something is so easily lost, it was never yours to claim.
â
With that, he walked on.
Kyson watched, puzzled by his departure.
Selina sensed Lyndonâs irritation.