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“Mr. Hughes, the restaurant’s private room is ready,” Edwin announced.
“Cancel it,” Brian grumbled.
He had hoped a Lunch date might deepen their bond.
But it seemed she had little concern for it.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had plenty of company for lunch, after all.
As thoughts of Lyndon crept into his mind, a shadow fell over Brian’s expression.
“Edwin, I need you to dig some information up for me,” Brian instructed.
He was determined to uncover their whereabouts and activities!
With a cautious tone, Edwin inquired, “Exactly what are you looking to discover?”
A frown marred Brian’s brow as he unbuttoned his shirt in a burst of irritation.
“Never mind,” he dismissed the thought, deeming his own behavior whimsical.
He yearned for knowledge about their location, yet he feared Rosalynn’s wrath, worried she might
accuse him of prying.
Their relationship was already strained. He didn’t want to worsen things.
He decided to let it go!
His trust in her should be sufficient.
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Elsewhere, after driving her for over an hour, Lyndon recognized it was time to consider lunch.
“Rosa, feeling hungry? Shall we grab a bite? Is there anything particular you crave?” he proposed, as
they approached the university town of Skrix.
Rosalynn patted her stomach and said, “Isn’t there a food street around here’
“Yes, there is,” Lyndon confirmed with a nod.
Her face lit up with a smile.
“I’m in the mood for something zesty.
Do snacks sound good, or would you rather not?”
“If you’re keen on snacks, that’s fine by me,” Lyndon assured her, eyeing the lively alley nearby.
Rosalynn peeked at him curiously.