With a stroke of his beard, Calvert playfully tapped her forehead and remarked, "You mischievous girl, are you already taking his side?"

“No, you hold the dearest place in my heart."

Rosalynn gently touched her forehead and clasped his arm, playfully acting like a spoiled child.

“Humph, you're just trying to sweet-talk m Calvert responded with a subtle curl of his lips.

“Since you two haven't divorced, you can spend the night here.”

Stay the night here?

Rosalynn was taken aback.

"But we didn't bring anything with us."

“What do you need? Everything you require is in your room," Calvert replied, a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Rosalynn glanced at the kitchen and expressed her concern.

“But he didn't bring anything with him."

Calvert cast a brief glance at her and remarked, "A man doesn't need to be so particular. Or is it that you don't want him to stay because you fear he might endure discomfort in our humble abode?"

Rosalynn's eyes twinkled, and a smile graced her face.

“That's not the case. Well, I'll head upstairs to air out your quilt and tidy up the house while I'm at it."

Brian had a penchant for cleanliness, making Rosalynn apprehensive about his adjustment to living in this place. However, she couldn't defy Calvert's instructions.

With Rosalynn heading upstairs, Calvert's mood lifted, and he hummed a tune while making his way to the living room.

Upstairs, Rosalynn entered Calvert's room and retrieved his bed sheet and quilt cover to let them bask in the sun.

Then, she proceeded to find a new quilt and pillow to wash and air out.

Soon, lunch was prepared.

Rosalynn stepped into the kitchen, beholding the appetizing dishes arranged on the table, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"Did you cook all these dishes by yourself?" she inquired.

Brian raised his eyebrows, a hint of pride evident.