The kiss had been so incredible that he longed to do it again.

Brian's Adam's apple moved slightly. As the spoon entered his mouth, he uttered in a husky voice, "It's hot."

Was it really hot?

Rosalynn took a sip with suspicion.

“It's not hot. You can have it now."

She had tasted it!

With a smile in his eyes, Brian opened his mouth.

Rosalynn glanced at him and suddenly understood his intention.

An indirect kiss?

How immature could he be?

Her stomach growled.

Brian arched an eyebrow.

“Are you hungry? Let’s share the soup.”

Rosalynn didn't want to spoil him. She placed the bowl in front of him and stood up.

"You can manage on your own."

She stopped taking care of him already.

Brian felt sorry for himself. But he was also concerned that she might be hungry.

Rosalynn sat across Brian, and the two started eating.

Brian sat comfortably-his figure elegant but relaxed as he enjoyed this time.

His eyes fell on the woman in front of him. Rosalynn was absorbed in her meal, oblivious to his attention. Still, just watching her filled him with endless satisfaction.

Dinner finished almost regrettably soon. Brian wiped the corners of his mouth before turning to Rosalynn again.

“Your attacker has been caught. Baxter sent him."