Rosalynn looked up at him.

“Well, I grew up in the countryside, so naturally, my taste was questionable."

Brian chuckled.

"Honey, don't be so sensitive. I didn't mean it Like that."

“Then what do you mean?"

“I mean, you once had a lovely sense of style," Brian clarified. Rosalynn glanced at him skeptically.

“Haven't you heard the saying? A woman is only described as lovely when she can't be called beautiful.”

Brian arched his eyebrows.

"Whoever said that probably isn't a man. In my eyes, my wife is sexy, beautiful, and charming-all those descriptors fit you."

A smile graced Rosalynn's lips.

"You're particularly eloquent with your compliments today."

Returning her smile, Brian quipped, “Would you like to hear more?" “Focus on your breakfast," Rosalynn advised, turning her attention back to her meat.

Emerging from the bathroom after her shower, Deanna found Rosalynn had prepared a glass of milk for her.

Feeling parched, she gratefully accepted the glass and drained its contents.

“Have some breakfast," Brian said, sliding a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickled cabbage in front of her.

Eyeing the simple fare, Deanna couldn't hide her disappointment.

"Is this all I get? Brian, are you trying to starve me?"

Brian raised an eyebrow.

“What would you prefer to eat, then?"

Deanna hesitated, then shook her head.

"Actually, I don't really have an appetite."

“Exactly,” Brian replied.