Rosalynn sat at the table, opened a bottle, and poured a glass of wine for Lyndon.

Lyndon came over and handed her a glass of water.

“Thank you," Rosalynn said, her voice warm.

Lyndon's expression softened as he watched her pour the wine.

He lifted his glass, suggesting, "Rosalynn, cheers."

"Cheers." They clinked their glasses together, sharing a smile.

The gentle overhead light cast a glow on her beautiful face.

Lyndon took a big sip of his wine, gazing at her profile, lost in thought.

He remembered a time when someone was there to share drinks and talk about the future with him.

Those memories brought him warmth but also a pang of heartache.

When Noemi heard the noise downstairs and came out of her room, her expression instantly turned icy.

Why were Lyndon and Rosalynn still up at this hour? Seeing the tenderness in Lyndon's eyes, she began to suspect that the child Rosalynn was carrying might not be Brian's.

Noemi went downstairs with deliberate, heavy steps to make her presence known.

Both Rosalynn and Lyndon looked up, with Rosalynn standing up instinctively.

Rosalynn greeted her, his voice neutral.

Lyndon did the same.

Noemi approached the table, her gaze sweeping over the tabletop, her voice sharp with accusation. "Rosalynn, what are you doing? Drinking while pregnant? Are you trying to harm the baby intentionally?"

Her words were laced with suspicion, suggesting Rosalynn might be looking for a reason to end the pregnancy because the child wasn't Brian's.

"It's only water," Rosalynn said quickly.

Noemi glanced at her, picked up the glass, and smelled it carefully.