This was where the bidding of the museum project would take place, and Rosalynn had wisely booked a suite in advance.

After entering the hotel with Maggie, Rosalynn headed to the reception desk to get their key cards and prepared to go to their suite.

Suddenly, a man's voice called out from behind, "Miss Fuller."

Startled, Rosalynn turned around and found a tall, impeccably dressed man approaching.

He wore a finely tailored black shirt and matching suit pants that accentuated his model-Like physique.

His facial features were striking and chiseled. He exuded an air of sophistication and nobility.

He looked oddly familiar.

With a confident stride, the man approached Rosalynn and looked at her.

"You don't remember me? It's me. Lyndon Fernandez."

Lyndon?

Rosalynn's mind raced, fragments of memories flashing before her Like a slideshow.

A plane had crashed in a dense mountain forest. Amid the chaos, a man teetering on the brink of unconsciousness had clung desperately to her hand.

It was him!

Recognition dawned on Rosalynn. "It's you! Are you feeling better?"

Lyndon responded with a warm smile and extended his hand towards Rosalynn.

But his gesture wasn't the typical offer of a handshake. Rosalynn stood there, confused, as she looked at him inquisitively.

Lyndon's smile remained as he quirked an eyebrow. “Care to check my pulse, Rosalynn?"

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

It became clear that he wanted her to check his pulse.

She couldn't help but smile.