“A small chunk of ginger and three spoons of brown sugar. Why? Does it taste off?"

Tears welled up in Rosalynn's eyes, her throat aflame.

She managed to swallow, not wishing to upset him.

“Not at all."

Brian scrutinized her with doubt, moved towards her, procured the bowl from her hand, and sampled the soup.

Just one sip of the concoction caused his brows to furrow in distaste.

What was this?

It was worse than medicine!

“I'UL make another batch for you."

He made to pour out the ginger soup.

“No need."

Rosalynn quickly secured the ginger soup and downed the remainder.

“It's spicy, yet it imparts a warmth that eases my discomfort.”

This was the first time her husband had brewed ginger soup for her.

Regardless of how unpalatable it was, she was determined to finish it.

Observing the tear lingering in the corner of her eye, a testament to the soup's spiciness, Brian found himself smiling.

She must truly love him, for she willingly endured such a horrific brew.

His love for her empowered him to bear it all.

Night felt.

In a grandiose five-star hotel, donned in sunglasses and an elaborate outfit, Selina rapped on the door of the deluxe suite situated on the top floor.

The door swung open promptly and Aldrich ushered her in.

Sliding off her sunglasses, Selina flashed a smile.