Yet, there lingered a trace of dissatisfaction in Hutton's eyes as he gazed at her.

“Humph, it‘s clear who you value more."

Rosalynn let out a soft chuckle, pulling him inside.

“Good morning, Hutton." Brian rose from the sofa and made his way toward the dining room.

Hutton, harboring his dissatisfaction, offered no reply and silently trailed behind Rosalynn to the dining area.

Breakfast awaited them, a sumptuous spread procured from a five-star hotel at Brian's request.

Considering Hutton's recent return from abroad, he held a particular interest in the local cuisine.

Taking a seat at the table, Hutton prepared to serve himself a portion.

Brian's hand abruptly rose, patting Hutton's arm.

“Leave that alone. It's Rosalynn's favorite."

Hutton nodded, intending to reach for a different dish.

“That, too," Brian added.

Hutton stole a quick glance at Brian before reaching for the food on the opposite side.

“That's another one she loves," he muttered.

Speechless, Hutton couldn't help but wonder if Brian had done it on purpose.

Frustrated, he finally blurted out, "Then what am I supposed to eat?"

In response, Brian slid a bowl of oatmeal in front of him.

“Go ahead and give it a shot."

Hutton couldn't help but think that Brian was rotten to the core!

Brian lifted his gaze and questioned, "Why aren't you eating? Don't take more from Rosalynn's portion. She needs the nourishment. She's been drained these past couple of days because of me."

Hutton seethed with anger, believing Brian to be shameless.

"Brian, that's enough," Rosalynn interjected, holding back a smile. She glared at Brian and pushed several dishes in front of Hutton.