âHoney, Iâm so sorry for making you suffer.
â
He was furious at himself.
Because of his petulant willfulness, he neglected her for two years and made her go through so much hardship.
It was like he had punished her himself.
âWell, lucky for you, Iâm gracious and forgiving.
Itâs all in the past now.
I donât want to stoop to the same level as them.
â
Rosalynn patted his hand, not feeling any trace of resentment.
Brian said softly, âWhat did I do to get so lucky? I have such a wonderful wife.
â
Rosalynn just smiled at him and steered the conversation elsewhere.
âSo.
Is Ivy the illegitimate daughter of the Larson family?â
âIndeed,â Brian began, sharing the information of Ivy with her.
âThe Larson family hold a notable stature in Skrix.
The head of the family married twice.
His first wife gave life to a girl, but tragedy struck when she was just two, leaving her in a vegetative state ever since a car accident.
Ivy arrived from his second wife.
Her mother, once Mr.
Larsonâs secretary, has long managed their household matters.
Though she stands as the reigning lady of the Larsons, her husbandâs bond to his first wife remains, relegating Ivy to the shadows as his illegitimate daughter.
Spoiled without restraint, sheâs grown rather haughty.
â
Brian, well-versed in the Larson familyâs affairs due to business connections, shared this with ease.
Rosalynn absorbed his words, her thoughts churning.
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âIt sounds as though the true Larson heir endures much hardship.
They say with a stepmother, the fatherly love will gradually disappear.
â
Caught by her comment, Brian gazed at her, his smile emerging after a brief pause.
âRosa, youâd be free from such strife if the Morenos were your true parents.
Theyâre genuinely kind, fostering nothing but harmony at home.
â
Her heart fluttered at the thought, leaving her oddly unsettled.
âBrian, am I overthinking? This feels like a blunder.
Theyâre not my family, after all.
â
Brian grasped her hand, his assurance firm.
âRosa, the presence or absence of your parents changes nothing for me.
My love for you is eternal.
â
His eyes locked with hers, mingled with warmth and tenderness.
A warmth spread through her.
âSweet talk, huh?â