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“Of course. Rosa once saved my life, a debt I’m bound to honor. Should she call, I’m at her service.”
His tone was steady, yet it bore an edge of irrefutable resolve.
Brian’s hold on Rosalynn’s shoulder tightened instinctively.
He sensed Lyndon’s underlying interest in his wife, an irritation to any husband.
“Mr. Fernandez, no imposition is necessary. As her husband, I am quite capable of attending to my
wife’s needs.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that, he ushered Rosalynn towards their car without another word.
Rosalynn turned around, offering Lyndon a courteous smile before slipping into the car.
The vehicle pulled away briskly, its departure marked by a plume of exhaust.
Lyndon remained motionless, watching until the car disappeared from view. Only then did he avert his
eyes and make his way to his own vehicle.
Standing there, his tall stature cut a solitary figure against the vast emptiness.
He settled into the driver’s seat, enveloping himself in silence.
Moments later, he retrieved a wallet from his pocket and took out a photo.
Captured within it was a lanky youth in his late teens, standing beside a small, enchanting girl with a
luminous grin.
He whispered to himself, “Rosa, are you doing well up there? It was you who sent her, wasn’t it?”
His fingers, long and slender, caressed the photo tenderly, while a complex blend of love and sorrow
shadowed his dark eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Bentley, Rosalynn, seated beside the driver, her tone icy, instructed, “Please, take
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmme back to the Owmale Hotel.
Thank you.”
She then turned her gaze to the window, her silence a clear barrier to any conversation.
She had no interest in engaging with him.
Brian, the driver, pressed his lips together, his mood sinking.
To her, was he nothing more than a driver?
And what of Lyndon?
Had she expected him to be her ride home?
Did she forget that she was a married woman?
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