Brian remained composed amidst the situation.

“Calvert, we can grab a drink later," he casually suggested.

Calvert fixed him with a serious gaze, but upon hearing the word

“drink," his expression softened.

The trio settled around the table. Brian inquired, “Calvert, which wine would you like to start with?"

Rosalynn chimed in, "Let's have some rice wine. It has a Lower alcohol concentration."

Calvert's stern gaze bore into her as he snapped, “Don't interrupt us, Rosalynn. Brian, let's have some strong whisky."

Rosalynn was left speechless, her eyes darting to Brian for a momentary connection.

Brian understood that he had to comply with Calvert's wishes in his presence. He obediently poured a glass of whisky for Calvert, then filled his own.

"Grandpa, I've neglected Rosalynn for two years. As punishment, I'L down three glasses of wine first," Brian declared, his words accompanied by consecutive drinks.

Calvert appeared satisfied.

"That's the spirit. Let me tell you, if you come to your senses too Late, I'll find another fine gentleman for Rosalynn."

Rosalynn was rendered speechless. Was he referring to Barlow?

“Both of you, start eating. Don't just focus on drinking. Grandpa, try this. How does it taste?"

Wary of Calvert steering the conversation to Barlow, Rosalynn swiftly served food to both men, desperately trying to change the subject.

Calvert savored a piece of sparerib and nodded approvingly.

"Delicious."

Rosalynn smiled and gently placed some food on Brian's plate.

“Thank you for cooking for us."

Brian arched an eyebrow but remained silent. His hand found its way to her thigh, his touch gentle as he caressed it.

Rosalynn was rendered speechless. She shot him a sharp glance and swiftly moved her legs aside.

As the three of them indulged in their meal and drinks, Calvert grew progressively intoxicated and became quite talkative.