What kind of Lousy friend had he made?

He was perfectly capable in that department.

Brian hung up the phone with a sour expression.

"Dinner's ready!" Rosalynn stepped out of the kitchen and carried the dishes to the dining room.

Brian's gaze softened as he took his seat at the table.

Watching Rosalynn place the dishes one by one on the table made him happy. But...

"Ouch!" Brian Looked at his right arm and frowned.

“What's wrong? Is your arm hurting?" Rosalynn asked with concern as she ladled soup for him.

“Yeah, my arm hurts so much I can't even feed myself." Brian looked at Rosalynn.

It hurt to the point he couldn't feed himself?

So what?

Rosalynn shot him a glance, her eyes blinking.

“Weren't you fine while chopping potatoes earlier?" wanted to help you. I had to endure it," Brian stated.

30, you want me to feed you?"

"Yes." Brian assumed as much.

Rosalynn was at a loss for words. Considering he got hurt because of her, she picked up the bowl.

She would look after him now.

After all, he had saved her life.

She stood up and took a seat beside Brian.

Brian grinned, eagerly awaiting her to feed him.

Rosalynn said, “Have some soup before the meal."

Looking at her beautiful lips, Brian thought of the scene that he kissed her.