It made sense that Amalia didn't recognize her at first.

Rosalynn had been a college student when she got married.

She mostly lived in her dorm, spending only a night or two at the villa on weekends.

Being slightly nearsighted, she always wore her black-framed glasses at the villa.

Moreover, during her visits, she'd stick to the third-floor living room, busy drawing or writing. She didn't really chat much with Amalia.

"Amalia, is it okay if we head inside now?"

Amalia was gazing at Rosalynn, lost in thought. Brian, noticing this, gave a helpless smile.

“Of course, please, come on in." Amalia snapped out of it and moved aside.

Rosalynn gave a small smile and followed Brian inside.

"Did you guys eat yet? Want me to whip up something?" Amalia inquired.

"No, we're good, thanks. We've already eaten."

Brian glanced at the dog nestled in Rosalynn's embrace and told Amalia, "Please take this little one and get a vet to check his wounds."

Rosalynn was his tonight. Brian didn't want this dog messing up their romantic evening!

"Sure thing." Amalia quickly scooped up the pup nestled in Rosalynn's embrace.

Rosalynn, a doctor herself, wanted to mention that she could provide medical care for the injured pup.

Yet, seeing the tension etched on Brian's face, she understood he had been holding back and might not endure much longer.

With a gentle smile, she handed the pup over to Amalia.

“Meet Teddy, Amalia. The poor thing bears wounds, likely remnants of abuse from his former owner. Just be cautious around the injuries."

“Got it," replied Amalia as she cradled the pup.

Teddy whimpered, casting pleading eyes toward Rosalynn. He seemed reluctant to part from her.