Being the perceptive man he was, Calvert, despite his reluctance to let them go, insisted they return to sort their affairs.

“Brian, be sure to treat Rosalynn right, or you'll have to deal with me."

Calvert had one more thing to say before they left.

Brian assured with a smile, "Don't worry. As I've promised, I'll take good care of her."

Calvert cast a glance at Rosalynn.

"Don't spoil him. Otherwise, he'll take you for granted.”

Touched by his words, Rosalynn enveloped Calvert in a hug, whispering gently, "I understand. Please, look after yourself. Don't always go into the mountain. It's dangerous."

“I'm well aware. Now, off you go."

Calvert was a stubborn man with a soft heart, subtly ushering the two to depart.

As the car pulled away, Rosalynn craned her neck out the window, waving farewell. It was heart-wrenching to see her grandfather's figure recede into the distance.

She considered inviting him to live with her, but she knew he'd refuse.

He cherished his freedom.

She felt a comforting warmth as Brian's hand enveloped hers.

"If you're missing him, I'LL accompany you anytime you wish to visit him."

Rosalynn turned to look at Brian's attractive profile, deeply moved.

She hid her sadness and teased, “Won't that tire you out? Accompanying me would entail quite a bit of work."

Brian quirked an eyebrow.

“Honey, isn't being a husband somewhat similar to a slave? I'm willing to be your slave all my life.”

A smile graced Rosalynn's face. Gazing at Brian's handsome countenance, a sweet sensation filled her heart.

Even after many years, the memory of this moment still warmed her heart.

At Beauty Apartments

Sanford stood by the apartment's French window, absorbed in the view outside. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.