âHuh? Thatâs it? What kind of trick is this?â
Rosalynnâs lips curved in an impish smirk and she drawled, âMr.
Nixon, Evanhua has traditional acupuncture techniques.
Iâm not an expert, but I happen to know a bit of it.
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Understanding dawned on Arthurâs face.
He murmured, âYou really are something.
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Rosalynn tilted her head, acknowledging his compliment, but didnât reply.
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Even though she was skilled in martial arts, she was pregnant right now and couldnât afford to fight this burly man head-on.
Her only option was to exploit his underestimation and use her wits to outsmart him.
While the trick had been explained, there was one thing that still baffled Arthur.
âHow did you know that Iâve been waking up in pain at night in recent times?â
Rosalynn looked at him askance.
âHave you not consulted a physician for your ailments? Your red nose is obviously a symptom of gout, which is caused by long-term drinking.
I think itâs best you go easy on the alcohol from now on for the sake of your health.
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Arthur rubbed his red nose, grumbling, âItâs just a minor ailment, no need to bother a doctor.
â
Rosalynn cautioned, âDonât take minor ailments lightly.
They can often be the precursors to more serious conditions, if left unchecked.
â
Arthurâs expression softened, his eyes shifting from disdain to admiration, as he regarded Rosalynn with newfound respect.
Hugh and Sanford observed from a distance, their eyes wide with wonder as Rosalynn skillfully and calmly neutralized Arthurâs belligerence.
Hugh leaned in, whispering to Sanford, âMrs.
Hughes is a resourceful woman! She effortlessly turned Arthurâs hostility into respect in just a couple of minutes.
Itâs truly impressive.
â
Sanford arched an eyebrow at him, a smug smile on his face.
âOf course, donât you know whose wife she is?â
Hugh rolled his eyes at him and teased, âSanford, isnât she your friendâs wife? What are you so proud of?â
Sanford growled and smacked the back of Hughâs head.
âHugh, show some respect.
Sheâs my friendâs wife; she is not to be disrespected!â
Hugh hissed, rubbing at his head.
âDid you have to hit me so hard?â
âYes! You deserve it!â
Hugh gaped at him incredulously, at a loss for words.
âEnough chit-chat, gentlemen! Join us, please.
We have crucial details to iron out with Mr.
Nixon regarding the rescue mission,â Rosalynn called out, signaling at Hugh and Sanford to join them.
âOkay.
â