If Barlow wanted a few orders, Brian would gave them to him as compensation from the Hughes family.

Although Barlow's mother was wrong, he was innocent.

Barlow had been overseas for so long, and the Hughes family hadn't cared about him. It was a sort of debt owed to him.

“What do | want? Let me think about it.” Barlow said as he looked at Rosalynn.

Brian immediately knew what he was thinking.

Barlow wanted Rosalynn!

“Can we eat now?" Rosalynn interjected, sensing the tension in the air.

"Sure."

“Are you hungry?”

Brian and Barlow spoke at the same time.

Rosalynn felt like she was like a trapped animal, being torn apart by the two beasts staring at her.

She began to eat without a word, trying to ignore the two men.

"Waiter, bring us a bottle of your finest wine," Sanford said, watching the exchange with interest.

Barlow raised his eyebrows but remained silent.

“Would you like a drink?" Sanford asked Barlow.

"No, thank you," Barlow replied with a smile.

“What? You don't want to drink?" Sanford asked again.

“Rosalyn, do you think | should drink?" Barlow asked her, trying to get her attention.

"It's up to you,” Rosalyn replied, drinking her soup.

Why did he always have to ask her?

However, due to the wounds on his body, Barlow should avoid drinking.

Didn't he know that?