"He's correct. Honey, should I ever anger you, your judgment shall be mine to accept."

How had he given in so quickly?

She recalled the incident when Brylee hurled sulfuric acid at her and Brian's face had darkened with rage after Barlow had come to her rescue.

He'd even issued a stark warning, threatening to keep her away from Barlow or else he'd ensure Barlow stayed in the hospital indefinitely.

But now...

Rosalynn stifled her rising thoughts and shifted the conversation.

“Lyndon, you haven't had a meal yet. I'll go get us some food."

Lyndon glanced at her, then at Brian.

"Should you be the one heading out on errands?"

Was he suggesting that such menial tasks were unsuitable for men?

Brian clenched his jaw.

Asking Rosalynn to do the errand would imply he lacked consideration for women.

But if he went himself, it would mean leaving the two alone.

Weighing his options, he made his decision.

“Honey, you stay. I'll go fetch the food."

Rosalynn gave him a look but voiced no objection.

"His head must be reeling. Pick up something light and easy to digest."

"Understood," Brian agreed.

Lyndon arched an eyebrow.

"I'd like the pork congee and pastries from the shop on West Street. It's a bit of a hassle, I appreciate it, Mr. Hughes."