âMr.
Hughes, the restaurantâs private room is ready,â Edwin announced.
âCancel it,â Brian grumbled.
He had hoped a Lunch date might deepen their bond.
But it seemed she had little concern for it.
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She had plenty of company for lunch, after all.
As thoughts of Lyndon crept into his mind, a shadow fell over Brianâs expression.
âEdwin, I need you to dig some information up for me,â Brian instructed.
He was determined to uncover their whereabouts and activities!
With a cautious tone, Edwin inquired, âExactly what are you looking to discover?â
A frown marred Brianâs brow as he unbuttoned his shirt in a burst of irritation.
âNever mind,â he dismissed the thought, deeming his own behavior whimsical.
He yearned for knowledge about their location, yet he feared Rosalynnâs wrath, worried she might accuse him of prying.
Their relationship was already strained.
He didnât want to worsen things.
He decided to let it go!
His trust in her should be sufficient.
Elsewhere, after driving her for over an hour, Lyndon recognized it was time to consider lunch.
âRosa, feeling hungry? Shall we grab a bite? Is there anything particular you crave?â he proposed, as they approached the university town of Skrix.
Rosalynn patted her stomach and said, âIsnât there a food street around hereâ
âYes, there is,â Lyndon confirmed with a nod.
Her face lit up with a smile.
âIâm in the mood for something zesty.
Do snacks sound good, or would you rather not?â
âIf youâre keen on snacks, thatâs fine by me,â Lyndon assured her, eyeing the lively alley nearby.
Rosalynn peeked at him curiously.