But Lyndon was.
Exhausted by their overt displays of affection.
âRosa, really, you mustnât.
Iâll call my assistant if thereâs a need.
You go on with your day,â Lyndon insisted, compelling Rosalynn to relent.
âThen Iâll bring you the congee I cook tomorrow morning,â she offered.
âAlright,â Lyndon conceded quietly.
Cradling Rosalynn, Brian acknowledged Lyndon with a nod, signaling his triumph, and departed.
Lyndon, with the door now shut, tightened his lips and closed his eyes gradually.
He hoped Brian could always be kind to Rosalynn.
Otherwise, Lyndon was prepared to step in.
Once outside, Rosalynn pushed away from Brianâs grasp, and he released her.
She inhaled deeply, adjusted her attire, shot Brian a scathing look, and hastened toward the elevator.
Brian trailed behind at his own pace.
Inside the elevator, Rosalynn inquired, âDid you pluck my hair for a DNA test?â
Brianâs expression grew stern at the question.
âIndeed.
Iâve taken some of Kysonâs hair as well and sent Edwin to Wragos for your DNA analysis.
â
Should she belong to the Moreno lineage, Kyson would be her brother.
This DNA test would verify their familial ties.
He decided to request Edwinâs return to Wragos for a DNA test, just as a precaution.
After all, Wragos fell under his control.
If others intended to meddle, they needed to gauge their own capabilities.
Silent, Rosalynn continued with Brian out of the elevator and into his vehicle.
As the car glided forward, she glanced at her watch and mentioned, âKeegan expects the builders at the site tonight.
Take me there, please.
â
Brian, eyeing the road, responded, âThe crew knows their job.
Itâs not their first day.
Theyâll manage without you.
Visit tomorrow.
â
He yearned for a thorough discussion, sensing her softened stance toward him today.