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.

can’t

to the point

So what?

fine while chopping potatoes earlier?” wanted to help you. I had to

want me

Brian assumed

words. Considering he got hurt because

would look after

he had saved

took a seat

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