Back in the room, Kyson was taken aback to learn that Lyndon had risked himself to thwart a mad driver aiming for Rosalynn.

He glanced at Rosalynn with a frown.

“Who is targeting you? And now Lyndon's caught up in this mess."

Was he implying that she was to blame for Lyndon's predicament?

Arching an eyebrow, Rosalynn retorted, “Are you suggesting the victim is at fault here?"

Kyson, caught off-guard, clarified, "That's not what I mean. But why are you so involved with Lyndon? Remember, you're a married woman."

Lyndon's expression grew stern.

“Kyson, what exactly are you implying?"

Kyson cast a sidelong glance at the visibly upset Lyndon and murmured, “I'm merely stating facts."

Rosalynn, unfazed, teased, “Kyson dear, did you time travel here from the past?"

Kyson's head snapped up, confusion etched on his face.

“Come again?"

Rosalynn teased further, “If you aren't a time-traveler, then how else to explain your old-fashioned views at such a tender age?"

Kyson, caught off guard, stammered, “I...”

Rosalynn cut in, “I'm genuinely intrigued. Aren't you friends with any of the girls at school?"

Kyson scoffed dismissively, “I only hang out with guys."

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

That explained Kyson's socially awkward ways!

“And what about Selina? When I stopped by your home yesterday, the two of you seemed quite close!"

Kyson shot her a sharp look.