“What are we waiting for, then? Let's proceed," urged Lyndon.

Setting down the glass, Lyndon headed to the wine cabinet to procure a bottle.

Brian strolled leisurely to fetch the glasses.

The two men, one armed with wine, the other with glasses, ascended to the second-floor terrace.

On the third floor, Rosalynn made her way to her room.

Just as she approached her door, a nearby room's door swung open.

Kyson emerged, seemingly on his way out.

A momentary freeze enveloped them. Then, Kyson lowered his gaze and greeted Rosalynn.

Rosalynn nodded, ready to speak when she noticed Kyson turning to retreat into his room.

She blinked and uttered, "Hold on."

Kyson halted, meeting her gaze, anticipating her next words.

"Kyson, aren't you going to welcome me home?" inquired Rosalynn.

Kyson cast his gaze downward and replied, “No."

His emotions were transparent.

“Do you believe Selina departed because of me?" inquired Rosalynn.

Kyson remained silent briefly before asserting, "I don't hold you responsible. I simply believe Selina is innocent."

Selina, innocent?

“Oh, the innocence of it all!" Rosalynn muttered inwardly.

Unaware of her silent retort, Kyson lifted his eyes to hers and remarked, "Rosalynn, I'm heading to bed unless you need anything else."

"Weren't you heading out just now?"