Beside him was his wife and yet, he was powerless!

Meanwhile, Rosalynn ascended the stairs, encountering Lyndon at its zenith.

He must have witnessed the flirtatious exchange moments ago.

“Still awake?" Rosalynn queried, offering a sheepish smile.

"Yes, I was just coming down for some water."

Lyndon adorned himself in a black silk loungewear, his gaze tender and brows relaxed.

"Good night, then."

“Sweet dreams."

Lyndon observed her retreat upstairs before descending himself.

Catching Brian's icy stare, he grinned knowingly.

“It appears Mr. Hughes might find slumber elusive tonight."

Brian's arms crossed arrogantly, his expression retaining its customary haughtiness.

“Well, at least I've savored the sweetness."

Lyndon fetched water from the dispenser, unfazed.

"Oh? Does that not make it more challenging for you to sleep?"

Brian detected the derision in his intonation and scoffed, "I surmise you're having trouble dozing off due to witnessing our excessive displays of affection."

Lyndon took a sip of water and cast a sidelong glance at him.

"Given our collective insomnia, why not indulge in a drink?" he proposed.

Arching an eyebrow, Brian replied, "If you extend the invitation, how could I possibly decline?"

Tension simmered in the air.