Understood, sir.
â
With no further words, Edwin departed to carry out the order.
Brian noticed Rosalynnâs hand was icy.
He enveloped her in a warm embrace and settled with her on a bench.
Just then, Rosalynnâs stomach audibly rumbled.
âHave you missed Lunch?â he asked.
A simple nod was Rosalynnâs response.
âStay here.
Iâll grab you something to eat,â Brian offered.
Rosalynn offered no objection, only nodding in agreement.
Brian tenderly kissed her forehead, then rose and walked away with a commanding presence.
As she watched him go, the warmth of his kiss lingered on her skin, a comforting reminder of his genuine care and concern.
She bit her lip and let out a soft sigh of relief.
Brian returned twenty minutes later, hands full of plastic bags, his usual haughtiness absent in his brisk approach.
âThe hospitalâs vicinity didnât offer much.
I didnât want you going hungry, so I grabbed a bit of everything,â he explained, setting the food down on the bench.
Rosalynn surveyed the assortment.
It contained fast food, porridge, noodles, and other kinds of food.
Did he purchase every kind of food available?
âAre you trying to fatten me up like a pig? How can I eat all this alone?â she asked, half in jest.
âJust donât curse me,â Brian retorted lightly.
Rosalynn recoiled, perplexed, âHave my words offended you?â
Brian quipped, âIf you, my wife, are deemed a pig, then what does that make me?â
Silence fell upon Rosalynn, leaving her speechless.
His statement somehow lightened her mood.
âHave you had something to eat?â she inquired.
âIâve only managed to eat half,â Brian responded.