He had to remind himself that his heart belonged to Maggie now. His past with Jaelyn was just that—the past.

Maggie soothingly rubbed his back. She contemplated asking about Jaelyn's call.

But in the end, she didn't ask anything.

If he wanted to say anything, he would.

If he chose not to, she wouldn't ask.

Because asking would only add trouble to her.

At noon, four imposing figures in black arrived at Calvert's house

They were tall and strong with a cold temperament. Obviously, they were bodyguards.

Brian squinted his eyes and questioned, "Who might you be?"

"Don't worry; we're not bad guys. We're just here to pick up someone," one of the bodyguards responded.

“Brian, I'll speak to that man first."

Rosalynn guessed that they were here for the man she'd rescued, so she headed to the room on the ground floor.

“Four men dressed in black are outside. Are they your associates?"

The man fixed his gaze on her and strained to sit upright.

Rosalynn hurried to help him up.

Cupping his chest, the man drew several deep breaths.

"They're my bodyguards. Please let them in."

With a nod, Rosalynn stepped out to usher them in.

The four men in black strode into the room and apologized to the man in the bed respectfully.

“Apologies, sir. We arrived late."

Dismissing their apology with a wave, the man swung his legs out from under the quilt and rose.

Two of the bodyguards swiftly moved to support him.