"No, I meant this. See, Grandpa? We have different kinds of wine that you like."

A gleam appeared in Calvert's eyes. He looked eager to say something, but when his gaze fell on Brian, his mood soured again.

"Did you buy the wine for me?"

“No. Brian actually asked his friends to seek out the best brands from different parts of the world."

Rosalynn placed the wine back in the bag and walked over to the old man.

She clung to his arm and said, "Grandpa, since he brought you such excellent wine, won't you please forgive him?"

Calvert glared at her coy expression and snorted again.

"I'm not a petty person. Now, hurry and cook for me."

It was his way to compromise.

Rosalynn nodded in understanding, then handed him a box of desserts.

“Here, I made these myself. You can snack on them first."

“Very well," Calvert said, finally looking satisfied as he took the box.

Rosalynn turned to Brian and blinked innocently at him.

“Are you coming to help me cook?"

Help her cook?

Brian looked taken aback, but he was saved from saying anything when Calvert spoke.

“You naughty girl! Why are you so keen on taking him away? Are you worried that I would give him a hard time?"

Rosalynn gave her grandfather an innocent look.

"Of course not. I just need an extra pair of hands to work faster. I want you to have dinner as soon as possible.“

“Don't worry about that. Go on ahead and cook by yourself. I have something to talk to him." Calvert huffed and waved her away.

"Fine." Rosalynn sighed and looked at Brian.

He smiled and gave her a small nod of reassurance.