She reached out, gently placing her fingertips against his wrist to feel his pulse.

Unmoving and silent, Lyndon fixed his gaze on her.

Maggie had been watching Lyndon closely ever since he had first appeared.

There was no denying it-he was a strikingly handsome man. But something about the way he looked at Rosalynn set off alarm bells in Maggie's mind.

There was tenderness in his gaze as if he were looking at the woman he loved.

Maggie's heart couldn't help but fill with vigilance.

Who on earth was this guy?

Did he have a crush on Rosalyn?

“Mr. Fernandez, you have not fully recovered yet, but it's nothing serious," Rosalynn reassured him after checking his pulse.

Lyndon was about to respond when someone behind him asked him to step aside.

Almost instinctively, he placed his arm around Rosalynn's shoulder and pulled her aside.

Maggie's eyes widened in surprise. She was about to tell him to let Rosalynn go, but he released her on his own accord.

Maggie blinked, then quickly pulled Rosalynn aside.

“Rosalyn, I'm feeling a bit tired. Can we head upstairs now?"

Rosalynn nodded, saying, “Mr. Fernandez, we are leaving."

Lyndon cast a fleeting glance at Maggie, sensing her wariness, before turning away.

"Okay."

It was just a quick glance, but it left Maggie feeling somewhat on edge.

This man had an aura about him that was no less imposing than Brian's.

Who in the world was he?