A blush spread across Rosalynn's cheeks as she pinched his hand, urging him to cease his movements.

A smile tugged at Brian's lips as he clinked glasses with Calvert.

“When did Barlow come?"

“About a month ago." lhy did he come here?"

"To visit me."

Listening to Brian skillfully coax the truth out of her grandfather using innocuous questions, and hearing her grandpa's elaborate explanation, Rosalynn feeling powerless.

Brian harbored a grudge against Barlow.

She was in trouble due to Calvert.

The meal lasted for two hours.

After consuming a bottle of whisky, they transitioned to rice wine.

Mixing two kinds of Liquor could hasten intoxication.

Calvert was so inebriated that his eyes glazed over and his speech slurred.

Brian appeared his usual self, but anyone who knew him well could tell he was on the verge of drunkenness.

“Enough, you can't drink anymore. Let's get you some rice."

Rosalynn cleared away the wine bottles, intending to serve the men bowls of rice.

“No, I'm not hungry. Rosalynn, I need to sleep off the drink.”

Calvert, surprisingly coherent, belched and attempted to stand up.

Rosalynn hurriedly supported him.

“Are you sure you don't want some rice?"

"Yes, but I could do with another drink."

Calvert chuckled, leaving Rosalynn speechless as she turned to Brian for help.

Brian, his cool and handsome visage flushed, rose to his feet and crossed over to assist Calvert.