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.

my arm hurts so much I can’t even

the point he couldn’t

So what?

a glance, her eyes blinking. “Weren’t you fine while chopping potatoes earlier?” wanted to help

you want me

Brian assumed

at a loss for words. Considering he got

would look after him

he had

up and took a seat

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