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“I know Mr. Hughes. It would be discourteous to leave without a proper farewell.”
With that, he gently patted her hand, swung the door open, and stepped out.
Rosalynn, in haste, pushed her own door open and followed suit.
Brian wore a white shirt paired with black trousers, his stature tall and lean, exuding an aura of cool
detachment.
His gaze fell upon a robust figure alighting from the vehicle, eyes dark and fathomless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere he was!
Lyndon Fernandez!
What were the odds?
“Mr. Hughes, what a pleasure to see you again.”
Lyndon positioned himself before Brian, hand extended.
Clad in a sharp black ensemble, his presence was as commanding as Brian’s.
Brian met his handshake with a steady gaze.
“Ah, Mr. Fernandez. It’s been a while.”
The deserted road bore no other soul. Together, the two men, mirror images in height and build,
composed a striking scenery.
Yet, underneath this tranquil facade, tension roiled.
Their handshake, seemingly composed, belied the strain in their arms, their muscles contesting in
silence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheir eyes locked, charged with an intangible friction.
Rosalynn’s brows creased at the sight of their prolonged grip.
“Brian, shall we go now?”
She harbored a fleeting fear that Brian might strike Lyndon at any moment .
Brian eased his grip, stepped back, and drew Rosalynn into his embrace.
“Mr. Fernandez, I appreciate you driving my wife. We’ll take our leave now.”
His declaration was both subtle and sovereign.
Lyndon offered a polite smile.
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