A pair embraced tightly, the man lost in a fervor of kisses.
Karina’s eyes popped wide open; she tugged on Rosalynn’s arm, exclaiming, “Look, is that Lyndon?
Oh my God! He always seems so unapproachable. Could he really be this wild privately? And the
woman with him, she looks familiar. What’s her name?”
“Ivy Larson.”
Rosalynn spoke her name, her brows knitting together as she observed the footage unfurling on the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlarge screen.
What exactly was happening here?
Why was Lyndon with Ivy?
And why was there a live broadcast of it?
Her mind raced, piecing together that they might be in the third-floor lounge.
Without further thought, she rose swiftly to her feet, gathering the fabric of her dress.
Angela’s Library
Halfway across the room, Brian met her.
“Honey, what’s the rush? Take care, you could trip,” he said, steadying her by her waist.
“How can I not rush? It looks like Lyndon’s been set up.”
Such a spectacle wouldn’t normally be his choice for public display.
Surely, this was someone else’s doing.
But who could it be?
Ivy?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA look of disapproval flickered across Brian’s face.
“Honey, the woman with Lyndon is Ivy. They are well-suited in both status and age. Lyndon is of an age
to marry. It’s about time for it.”
He was subtly reminding her of her undue concern for Lyndon.
“But if Lyndon was set up, do you think Ivy is right for him?”
Rosalynn queried.
Brian arched an eyebrow.
“There’s nothing we can do. Given today’s events, Lyndon has no choice but to marry her.”
Rosalynn gave him a look and said, “Darling, why do I sense you’re somewhat pleased?”