Staring at the blank screen, a smile graced Rosalynn's face.

Patience would serve them well. Since Barlow had set a timeline for Karina, he might have a plan up his sleeve.

They could discuss it once he wrapped up his task.

By evening, Brian returned.

Together, they ascended to Sanford's residence.

The four sat in the dining room, and Sanford took out a bottle of red wine.

“Brian, Rosalynn, let's enjoy a drink."

He poured wine for the two and was about to fill his own glass.

Maggie stopped him.

"Sanford, you shouldn't be drinking wine. Your wound has not healed yet.”

Casting a glance at her, Sanford countered, “You're well aware that I'm doing fine, sweetheart."

He threw her a suggestive smile.

Others couldn't understand the underlying meaning in his words, but

Maggie's face flushed as she heard this.

What he meant was that since the two of them had slept together in the afternoon, there was no problem with his body.

“No, you're not drinking."

It was rare for Maggie to be tough. She took his glass away.

Sanford said helplessly, "But how do I make amends with Rosalynn then?"

Observing their playful banter, Rosalynn couldn't help but chuckle.

“I'm not that narrow-minded."

The relationship between the two seemed to have been improved.

"In that case, Rosalynn, your generosity is much appreciated. I'll offer you an apology with juice in place of wine.”