“I'm afraid your upbringing hasn't prepared you for caretaking, has it, Brian?"

“You should feel privileged, then."

“I couldn't care less.”

“Then, will you eat or not?"

Rosalynn stayed quiet, her attention back to the shopping bags, their bickering only background noise.

Their conversation reached her ears.

“Easy does it, Brian. Smaller bites. I'm not a pig."

“Could you just be a Little bit more careful?"

"It's too hot! Are you trying to kill me?"

The complaints were too much for Rosalynn, who finally walked over and said, "If you're not up for the task, kindly step aside. I'll feed him."

“I prefer when Rosalynn takes care of me," Barlow said with a smile.

Brian had reached his Limit.

He slammed the food box on the table, seizing Rosalynn's hand.

“Come with me. I'll hire a caregiver for him."

She pulled away, her expression stern.

“I'LL stay tonight. You should go home.”

“You're choosing to stay with him?" Brian's face darkened.

“Rosalynn, don't forget you're my woman."

Will You Come Back With Me

Rosalynn held his gaze.

"I don't belong to anyone. I can make my own decisions."

Her demeanor was stern.