He glanced at Rosalynn with a frown.
âWho is targeting you? And now Lyndonâs caught up in this mess.
â
Was he implying that she was to blame for Lyndonâs predicament?
Arching an eyebrow, Rosalynn retorted, âAre you suggesting the victim is at fault here?â
Kyson, caught off-guard, clarified, âThatâs not what I mean.
But why are you so involved with Lyndon? Remember, youâre a married woman.
â
Lyndonâs expression grew stern.
âKyson, what exactly are you implying?â
Kyson cast a sidelong glance at the visibly upset Lyndon and murmured, âIâm merely stating facts.
â
Rosalynn, unfazed, teased, âKyson dear, did you time travel here from the past?â
Kysonâs head snapped up, confusion etched on his face.
âCome again?â
Rosalynn teased further, âIf you arenât a time-traveler, then how else to explain your old-fashioned views at such a tender age?â
Kyson, caught off guard, stammered, âIâ¦â
Rosalynn cut in, âIâm genuinely intrigued.
Arenât you friends with any of the girls at school?â
Kyson scoffed dismissively, âI only hang out with guys.
â
Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.
That explained Kysonâs socially awkward ways!
âAnd what about Selina? When I stopped by your home yesterday, the two of you seemed quite close!â
Kyson shot her a sharp look.
âMust your thoughts always be so tainted? Sheâs my sister!â
âBut she isnât your sister by blood,â Rosalynn pointed out.
Kyson defended, âOur bond is stronger than that of siblings by blood!â
Rosalynn countered, âPrecisely, youâre not related! So, whatâs wrong with you having a friendly bond with a non-blood-related girl, while I canât do the same with a man?â
Kyson seethed, unable to contain his irritation.