He rambled on about Rosalynn's mischievous and clever childhood escapades, recounting anecdotes that showcased her wit.

Brian listened attentively, stealing occasional glances at Rosalynn while sipping his wine. He felt like he was getting to know her on a deeper level.

“Brian, Rosalynn has been clever since she was a child. Countless men have sought her hand in marriage. Yet, you once contemplated divorcing her. How foolish you were," Calvert chided, holding onto his grudge against Brian's past indifference towards Rosalynn.

Then, he turned his attention to Rosalynn and inquired, “Rosalynn, what was the name of the young man who visited our house recently? Ah, yes, Barlow. He struck me as good-hearted and gentle. He fell head over heels for you at first sight. Brian, if you had changed your mind a little Later, you would have regretted it."

Brian had been attentively Listening, but when he heard Barlow's name, his expression subtly changed.

“So, Barlow has been here before?" he inquired.

Taking a sip of wine, Calvert responded, “Indeed, not long ago, he came with Rosalynn. Do you know him?"

"Yes," Brian responded with a smile, though a noticeable chill seemed to settle around him.

However, Calvert remained oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, continuing his monologue.

“Brian, there are countless outstanding men vying for Rosalynn's affection. Just be more cautious!"

Rosalynn felt the situation growing more complicated. Why did Calvert bring up Barlow again? She wished her grandfather would exercise more discretion.

“Grandpa! You've been talking too much today. Have some more to eat!”

Rosalynn playfully kicked Calvert under the table, shooting him a subtle wink. Yet, Calvert didn't react, carrying on as if nothing had occurred.

But Brian couldn't contain himself any longer.

“Why did you kick me?"

Rosalynn was left speechless. Had she kicked the wrong person?

“Well, I apologize. My foot cramped up," she quickly offered, her smile masking any discomfort she felt.

"I believe you're feeling a tad guilty."

On this occasion, Rosalynn genuinely experienced a foot cramp. Swiftly, she slid her hand under the table and grasped Brian's.

Her eyes met his in a silent plea.

Brian remained nonchalant, holding wine with his left hand while his right hand soothingly massaged her leg.

His poised demeanor exuded the refinement of a gentleman, skillfully concealing his discreet actions under the table.