“Let's shower together," Brian suggested in a raspy voice.

Rosalynn was taken aback.

“No, I'd rather not."

“But I want to."

Without further ado, Brian scooped her up and made his way towards the bathroom.

As Rosalynn gazed at his Lush hair, she mused aloud, “Brian, you're starting to get grey hairs. Do you know why? It's because you're excessively indulging in carnal pleasures."

Brian merely raised an eyebrow, setting her down once they were inside the bathroom.

“Honey, it's just hair. Grey or not, it doesn't matter to me. I have my priorities."

Rosalynn sighed, realizing Brian could always find a way to justify his indulgences.

Recalling Deanna's words, she asked, “Brian, Deanna mentioned that your mother is intent on forcing us to divorce. What if she insists on it?” Brian was in the process of turning on the shower when her words made him pause.

“Honey, this is our life. I intend to follow my heart."

Rosalynn fell silent for a moment before replying, “But even the strongest resolve can erode over time. Many couples start their journey in love, only to see it wane amidst the trials of daily life, often culminating in divorce."

Brian fixed his gaze on her, questioning, “Honey, are you uncertain about our marriage?"

Rosalynn returned his stare, countering, “Are you?" Brian frowned, responding with a touch of indignation, "Of course, I am. Well, that was a relief.

He was confident in their union.

Only by standing together could they withstand any external pressures, right?

Rosalynn beamed, rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his supple lips.

Brian's eyes darkened. He drew her into his embrace, his deft fingers expertly undoing her buttons.

Everything unfolded seamlessly.

Later, as Rosalynn lay on the bed, examining her fair hands, she felt a pang of frustration.

What did he eat?

Why was he so energetic?