Rosalynn tenderly patted his head comfortingly. “Don't worry, sweetheart. Amalia won't harm you."

Yet, Teddy continued to whine, his gaze fixed on Rosalynn without a blink.

Observing this, Rosalynn's heart melted, and she felt an urge to take Teddy back.

But Brian was growing impatient. He gripped Rosalynn's waist. “Amalia, we're heading upstairs."

The pup was really an expert at playing the sympathy card!

“Sure thing, Mr. Hughes."

As Amalia saw them ascend, she couldn't help but muse. Brian and Rosalynn were so deeply in love now.

And she was happy for them.

Upstairs, back in that familiar space, Rosalynn's emotions were a tumultuous mix.

She had thought she'd never return here after leaving, yet fate had brought her back to Brian.

As they ascended to the third floor, and seeing Brian lost in thought, she inquired, “What's on your mind?"

His arm wrapped around her waist, he turned her towards him.

“I'm contemplating why I could be such a jerk. How could I leave a stunning lady like you alone for two years?"

Arching her brows, Rosalynn playfully jabbed his firm chest. “You really were a jerk."

Brian chuckled, his hand gently brushing through her hair. He sighed, "It's a shame. I left in such a huff, not knowing how many moments of happiness in bed I missed."

Rosalynn was left speechless.

She pinched him, accustomed to his recurrent references to their intimacy.

Brian laughed, lowered his head, and pressed a gentle kiss. He murmured softly, "Tell me, how did you spend these past two years when I was away?"

"It was quite routine mostly. I either attended classes, stayed at home, or visited Grandpa," Rosalynn shared.

Brian wrapped his arm around her, leading the way. “What kept you busy at home?"