"Let's allow you some rest before we resume drinking.”

“Brian, mark my words. Should you mistreat Rosalynn, you'll answer to me!" Calvert warned, eyeing him sidelong.

"I won't mistreat her. In fact, she's bossing me around," Brian retorted, glancing at Rosalynn.

Moved by her grandfather's concern and amused by Brian's remark, Rosalynn chuckled.

When had she ever bossed him around?

“Rosalynn, wake me up in half an hour. I need to venture into the mountain," Calvert instructed after yet another hiccup.

Rosalynn helped him into the bedroom, questioning, “Grandpa, are you still planning to go to the mountain? What for?"

“I need to harvest some herbs."

Despite his intoxicated state, Calvert remembered his herb-gathering mission.

“Rosalynn, remember to wake me up. I need to rest now.”

With these words, Calvert climbed into bed, closed his eyes, and soon began to snore.

After draping a light blanket over him, Rosalynn turned to look at Brian, still standing by her side.

His typically aloof and handsome face was now flushed, his sharp eyes replaced by a softer, more endearing gaze.

He was on the brink of drunkenness.

“Brian, would you like to rest as well?" Rosalynn asked.

Brian responded only by wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they walked into another room.

Rosalynn had never witnessed Brian in a state of inebriation before.

His altered demeanor struck her as somewhat endearing.

She assisted him to the edge of the bed, Lightly brushing her fingers through his hair.

"Want to rest for a bit?" she suggested.

Meeting her gaze with a serene expression, Brian unexpectedly asked, “Do you Love me?"

Rosalynn was taken aback. She gazed into Brian's eyes and nodded.