“Excellence in women is admirable, but in marriage, some adaptability is essential. Don't let your marriage unravel as Noemi's did."

Rosalynn observed Gail's inviting smile and found herself yearning to listen to her advice.

Raised by her grandfather, Rosalynn had grown accustomed to a certain toughness.

In both her professional and personal life, she behaved in a straightforward, almost masculine manner, never hedging.

Perhaps what she truly needed was a maternal figure to guide her in nurturing her marriage.

"Truth be told, Noemi's prior marriage suffered greatly because of her domineering nature," Gail commented amidst her baking.

"A marriage, especially one founded on familial alliances, lacks a solid emotional core and thus requires extra nurture. To secure your husband's unwavering affection, the secret lies in the care you invest into the marriage and the art of winning his heart. Noemi, however, raised in affluence, never learned to temper her ego to capture her husband's love. Initially, a wife's strong will can be enticing, a challenge a man is eager to indulge, but in time, it can become suffocating. And when a gentle, endearing woman enters the scene, such a marriage is at risk."

At these words, Rosalynn felt compelled to question, "Must women really diminish their dignity to please men within a marriage?"

Gail turned to Rosalynn, uttering, “Of course not. Yet, marriage demands reciprocal patience and comprehension. A woman can't be perpetually yielding or perpetually dominant. She must strike a delicate equilibrium."

Rosalynn said, "But how does one find that balance?"

Gail offered a smile and replied, "That's something you'll have to discern on your own. It's akin to dancing the tango. When your partner advances, you retreat. If they retreat, you advance. This unspoken sync isn't established overnight. As for the complexity of marriage, well, that's hard to quantify."

Gail's smile was serene, imbued with a silent grace, as if she were as seasoned as a marriage consultant.

Rosalynn, though somewhat befuddled, took her advice to heart.

With genuine respect, she voiced, "Mrs. Moreno, your marriage must be a joyful one."

At the mention of her own marriage, Gail's features softened.

"Yes, I suppose. Given my husband's status, it's expected for him to be pursued by young admirers. Thankfully, he's remained loyal to me."

Rosalynn offered a smile but held her silence.

Gail was such a gentle and astute woman. No wonder her husband reserved his gaze for her alone.

In the expansive backyard of their villa lay a vast sports field.

Kyson, an enthusiast of athleticism, had equipped it with various sports gear.