As thoughts of Barlowâs demise clouded her mind, Rosalynn slipped away from Brianâs grasp to fetch some water.
Brian ended the call and eyed her slender figure.
He drew in a breath, approached her, and encircled her in an embrace from behind.
After a moment, he murmured, âDonât worry.
Iâve got this under control.
â
The thought of anyone harming his beloved was unbearable.
If he didnât revenge for his wife, he wouldnât be worthy to be her husband.
Rosalynn paused to take a drink of water before saying, âUnless the driver admits thereâs more to the crash than his drunk driving, our hands are tied.
â
Clearly, the driverâs reckless audacity stemmed from promises of Bealâs favors.
His life was nearing its end.
There was no incentive for him to confess.
Brianâs gaze held a frosty edge, yet a crafty grin played across his Lips.
âMoney does wonders, doesnât it?â
Rosalyn, caught off guard, looked at him, her face a canvas of questions.
Brian affectionately tousled her hair, his own smile emerging.
âHoney, donât you trust me?â
Rosalynnâs reply hung in the air as she weighed her thoughts.
âBrian, given that Selina once saved your life, can you truly turn her away if she pleads for her father?â
She understood Brianâs nature.
Resolute in business but fiercely loyal to his circle.
Selina had been his first love and even saved him one, and to dismiss her might leave an indelible scar, a source of eternal remorse.
This wasnât the outcome Rosalynn had hoped for.
âRosa, Iâve already made it clear.
Youâre my priority,â Brian affirmed, his hands pressing gently on her shoulders as he held her gaze.
âIâve caused you pain before.
I refuse to repeat those mistakes.
â
She alone had the power to sway him.
His earnest eyes struck a chord within Rosalynn.
Her defenses began to crumble as she peered into his deep, earnest eyes.
âYou donât know how to swim? Then how did you end up in the water?â