Lyndon's heartbeat quickened as he admired Rosalynn's grace and ventured cautiously, “Rosa, is there some issue between you and Mr. Hughes?"

A tight-lipped smile was Rosalynn's only reply as she said, “Just a slight issue."

“Has he wronged you?" Lyndon pressed.

Rosalynn remained silent, offering only a smile.

Lyndon paused, then shared, "A man should treasure such a remarkable wife."

If she were his wife, he would certainly care for her tenderly and bring joy to her days.

With a graceful tuck of her hair, Rosalynn remarked, "I'm not as remarkable as you think."

Lyndon continued driving, now with even greater care.

Meanwhile, Brian stared at the disconnected phone, a vein pulsing with irritation.

First Barlow, now it was Lyndon.

A metaphor about probiotics, indeed!

He had to say she had a way with words.

"Mr. Hughes, the restaurant's private room is ready," Edwin announced.

"Cancel it," Brian grumbled.

He had hoped a Lunch date might deepen their bond.

But it seemed she had little concern for it.

She had plenty of company for lunch, after all.

As thoughts of Lyndon crept into his mind, a shadow fell over Brian's expression.

“Edwin, I need you to dig some information up for me," Brian instructed.

He was determined to uncover their whereabouts and activities!