“Because Rosalynn would feel guilty," Barlow answered.

"If I used this as an excuse to make her stay with me for life, do you think she'd agree?"

At this, Brian's anger surged.

Observing his stern face, Barlow smiled smugly.

“So you better pray for me."

Watching him head to the bathroom, Brian unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons.

He was incredibly frustrated.

Why wasn't he there for Rosalynn when she was in danger?

Laden with shopping bags, Rosalynn reentered the ward, noticing Brian's icy expression. He received nothing more than a casual glance from her.

“Here you go, Barlow; it's not much, but I hope it's enough.”

Barlow took in the aroma wafting from the food she set on the table and his stomach growled in response.

"It smells heavenly; I'm famished."

"Then, eat," was her simple reply.

Barlow shot a glance at Brian, then turned to Rosalynn.

“My arm hurts. I'm unable to hold the fork.”

Her eyebrows creased as she eyed his gauze-bound arm.

“Do you need me to feed you?"

"Yes," Barlow said with a dazzling smile.

Rosalynn remained silent, simply accepting the food box, only to have Brian snatch it from her grasp.

“I'LL take over," he said.

Rosalynn was taken aback, and looked at Barlow, who raised an eyebrow and declared, “I want you to feed me, Rosalynn.”

“Enough, Barlow!" Brian's voice came through clenched teeth.