Brian hung up the phone with a sour expression.

“Dinner’s ready!” Rosalynn stepped out of the kitchen and carried the dishes to the dining room.

Brian’s gaze softened as he took his seat at the table.

Watching Rosalynn place the dishes one by one on the table made him happy. But…

“Ouch!” Brian Looked at his right arm and frowned.

“What’s wrong? Is your arm hurting?” Rosalynn asked with concern as she ladled soup for him.

I can’t even

the point he

So what?

“Weren’t you fine while chopping potatoes earlier?”

you want me to feed

assumed as

at a loss for words. Considering he got hurt because of her, she picked up

look

he had saved her

took a seat beside

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