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Rosalynn asked.

Brian assured, “Honey, your wish is my command.

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With a sly smile, Rosalynn initiated a kiss, embracing her newfound realization, inspired by Gail’s words.

A woman had to know when to press forward and when to yield.

She was determined to gently guide her husband, securing her role as the one ever advancing.

Meanwhile, Brian sensed an oddity in their conversation but shrugged off the need to decipher it.

In this moment, his sole desire was to lavish her with love.

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He worshiped her with kisses, marking a trail along her body, pride swelling within him as he watched her surrender to his touch.

The following day, Rosalynn awoke to an empty bed.

Confused, she reached for her phone to check the time, only to find it had been turned off.

No doubt, it was Brian’s doing, a considerate gesture following their renewed closeness from the night before.

Rosalynn’s smile bloomed as she sat upright, attempting to power on her phone.

Realizing it was already seven, and remembering her promise to deliver breakfast to Lyndon, she swiftly rose to get ready.

Freshened up, Rosalynn entered the living room to find Brian, clad in a grey robe, immersed in work.

The aroma of breakfast filled the air.

“You’re up? Freshen up and join me for breakfast,” Brian invited upon noticing Rosalynn.

“No, I need to ask the hotel manager for the kitchen,” she replied.

“You plan to cook congee for Lyndon?”

Brian set aside his laptop, approached the table, and chuckled.

“Honey, Lyndon will be famished by the time you’re done.

Eat with me first.

Rosalynn’s gaze landed on a thermos on the table, sparking joy in her eyes.

“Is the congee ready?”

“Yes, I had the hotel manager prepare it,” Brian confirmed as he seated himself.

His thoughtfulness touched her.

He had wanted her to rest Longer.