He listened intently, musing over the new information.
âRosanna? Her name also contains âRosaâ?â
âThatâs correct, Mrs.
Moreno mentioned Rosanna bore a resemblance to me,â Rosalynn explained.
A flash of insight crossed Brianâs eyes, recalling his initial encounter with Lyndon.
It made sense.
Lyndon had clung to Rosalynnâs hand ever since she had saved him.
Was it possible he saw in her the shadow of his departed love?
Was Lyndon transferring his old affections onto Rosalynn?
âI must solidify your identity as my wife.
â
Rosalynn sensed the embrace around her waist tighten.
Rosalynn questioned, âBut why?â
Brian teased, âPeople often fall in love and marry their saviors.
See?
You once saved me and I made you my wife.
Perhaps Lyndon wants to do the same.
â
Rosalynn was at a loss for words.
Before she could respond, Brian playfully probed, âHoney, who else have you rescued? Iâm curious about the number of my rivals-in-love.
â
Rosalynn stayed quiet, unsure how to react.
She had to admit Brianâs imagination was really running wild.
They walked into the VIP ward to find Lyndon propped against his bed, absorbed in his laptop work.
Rosalynnâs brow furrowed with concern.
âLyndon, this is your second head injury.
Canât you take your recovery seriously?â
Lyndon glanced up, his gaze briefly meeting Brian and Rosalynnâs entwined hands, then averted his eyes.
âIâm feeling much better today,â he claimed.
Brian caught Lyndonâs fleeting look and chuckled, letting go of Rosalynn to open a thermos.
âTime for your breakfast.
â
Lyndon, smelling the food, gave Rosalynn a warm smile.