Brian, feeling a sense of triumph, headed upstairs to find Rosalynn.

She had just finished showering and was drying her hair.

Brian entered with a smile. “Honey, are you done with your shower?

Let me help."

He took the hair dryer from her and started drying her hair for her.

Rosalynn appeared calm, not objecting, allowing him to try his best to please her.

They remained silent, with only the sound of the hairdryer filling the room.

After Brian finished drying her hair, Rosalynn ran her hand through it and stood up to leave.

Brian quickly followed, asking, “Where are you headed?"

“To get a glass of water," she replied.

Brian, holding her waist, asked with concern, "Honey, are you still upset?"

Rosalynn questioned, "Why should I be upset?"

Brian gently caressed her hair, admitting, “I was wrong. I shouldn't have let jealousy get the better of me and upset you. Please, forgive me, for I care about you deeply."

His voice was soft, and his attitude was humble.

Rosalynn looked at him, any minor irritation in her heart fading.

She wasn't truly angry, just felt he shouldn't have spoken so carelessly before.

“Brian, it's not the jealousy that bothers me. It's that you said such things in front of our families. What will our mothers think of me and Lyndon?" she explained.

Brian nodded, accepting the blame.

“Honey, you're absolutely correct. It was my mistake to speak out of turn earlier. In the future, I hope my wise and rational wife will offer gentle reminders."

Hearing this, Rosalynn couldn't suppress a laugh.