The following day, Rosalynn awoke to an empty bed.

Confused, she reached for her phone to check the time, only to find it had been turned off.

No doubt, it was Brian's doing, a considerate gesture following their renewed closeness from the night before.

Rosalynn's smile bloomed as she sat upright, attempting to power on her phone.

Realizing it was already seven, and remembering her promise to deliver breakfast to Lyndon, she swiftly rose to get ready.

Freshened up, Rosalynn entered the living room to find Brian, clad in a grey robe, immersed in work.

The aroma of breakfast filled the air.

“You're up? Freshen up and join me for breakfast," Brian invited upon noticing Rosalynn.

“No, I need to ask the hotel manager for the kitchen," she replied.

“You plan to cook congee for Lyndon?"

Brian set aside his laptop, approached the table, and chuckled.

“Honey, Lyndon will be famished by the time you're done. Eat with me first.

Rosalynn's gaze landed on a thermos on the table, sparking joy in her eyes.

“Is the congee ready?"

"Yes, I had the hotel manager prepare it," Brian confirmed as he seated himself.

His thoughtfulness touched her.

He had wanted her to rest Longer.

Touched, Rosalynn took a seat across from him.

Brian served her steak, pushing the plate towards her.

Famished, she began to eat.