Bettina was her chosen pen name.
With a contemplative tone, Brian inquired, âWhy does this novel ring a bell for me?â
Rosalynnâs eyes sparkled.
âYou must have seen it on my bookshelf.
â
Brian narrowed his eyes in thought and then recalled.
âIndeed, I remember seeing it on your bookshelf.
Honey, do you happen to be a devoted fan too?â
A glimmer of a smile danced in Rosalynnâs eyes.
âWell, not entirely.
â
Brian cast a glance her way and inquired, âNot entirely?â
âBecause Iâm the one who wrote it.
â
Brianâs eyes widened with astonishment as he fixed his gaze on her.
âYouâre the writer of that novel?â
âWell, back in college, I had some free time, so I thought Iâd give writing a novel a shot.
I never really expected to strike it rich by posting it online.
â
Rosalynnâs smile grew.
Even now, she could find numerous comments from her fans, inquiring why she hadnât continued writing more novels.
They inquired about her marital status and whether she had children or had chosen to conclude her career as an author.
Brian gazed into her eyes, cradled her lovely face, and tenderly caressed it.
âHoney, youâve got skills in design, medicine, foreign languages, cooking, and novel writing.
What other delightful surprises might you have in store for me?â
How could his wife be so talented?
Was there anything she couldnât do?
âTake a guess!â
Rosalynn said, her smile beaming.
Her watery eyes gleamed like the rarest dark gem on Earth.
Brian was drawn in, kissing her softly on the Lips.