Despite the fatigue, her spirits were high.

Perhaps it was due to having her beloved by her side.

After brewing the medicine, she served it to the man, made him drink it, and checked his pulse.

The man's pulse was stable, his life no Longer in danger.

Brian had prepared dinner. After sharing a meal with Calvert, Rosalynn ascended the stairs to freshen up.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she returned to her room, ready to sleep.

She was incredibly tired.

She yawned and climbed into bed.

Downstairs, Brian was in conversation with Calvert. Seeing that Rosalynn hadn't returned downstairs for quite a while, his attention started to drift.

Noticing his distracted responses, Calvert waved his hand, saying, "Go upstairs. You don't need to keep me company here.”

“Alright. Goodnight."

After bidding him goodnight, Brian ascended the stairs.

Upon entering the room, he saw Rosalynn, sound asleep with a quilt clutched in her arms. He couldn't help but smile slightly.

She must have been thoroughly worn out.

It seemed he wouldn't be able to engage in any romantic activities with her tonight.

Brian seated himself on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair by her ear with his slender fingers. His gaze was filled with warmth.

He leaned over slightly, planting a soft kiss on her delicate face.

Then, he climbed into bed, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

Inhaling his familiar scent, Rosalynn subconsciously wrapped her arms around his slender waist, drawing herself closer to him.

She murmured, “Honey.”

Her soft voice was brimming with affection.

Brian's heart melted.