Meanwhile, upstairs, Rosalynn was helping Brian out of his coat.

Noticing his quiet demeanor, Rosalynn asked, “Is everything alright?"

“Yes," Brian replied, unbuttoning his shirt.

Rosalynn looked at him, a playful smile on her face. “Are you sure?"

As he gazed at her cheerful expression, Brian extended his arms and gently grasped her slender waist, yet jealousy still gnawed at him.

“Sweetheart, were you waiting for me or just having drinks with Lyndon?"

Oh, how easily jealous he could be!

Rosalynn made a face. “Darling, you must be the quickest to get jealous! I just went down to get some water, and since Lyndon was there with a bottle of wine, I decided to wait for you there. Is there a problem with that?"

"Yes, I have a problem with that!" Brian exclaimed sternly. "You're not just waiting for me. You're drinking with him while waiting for me."

Rosalynn couldn't find words, but seeing the seriousness in Brian's eyes, she felt like bursting into laughter.

“So, how do I convince you I'm exclusively waiting for you to head home?" Brian inquired.

"Maybe tweak your words a bit and keep the priorities straight," suggested Brian.

Rosalynn raised her eyebrows and agreed, “Sure, I'll reorganize my words."

With no other option, she patiently reassured her adorable husband.

"It got really late, and you hadn't returned, so I thought I'd wait downstairs and drink some water. Then, I saw Lyndon with a bottle of wine, so I sat down and asked him about what was up with Tilda. My dear hubby, does that work for you?"

Rosalynn, with her naturally radiant face, looked extremely pretty in the Light.

Pleased, Brian leaned in and planted a kiss on her red Lips.

"So, how's Lyndon doing with Tilda?" he inquired.

“He popped the question," Rosalynn responded.

Brian was taken aback. "He proposed? What did she say?"