“Why are you here?”

“I finished work early today and happened to be passing by, so I brought you some food," Eleanor said with a smile, displaying the coffee in her hand.

"I don't need it,” Brian replied indifferently, walking past her.

“Wait a minute," Eleanor called out, stopping him in his tracks.

“Anything else?" Impatience flickered in Brian's eyes.

Eleanor approached him, gazing at his striking features, and asked, “Are you pursuing Rosalynn?"

Brian shot her a cold glare.

"What are you trying to say?"

“I'm just saying that only through competition do we find motivation.

Even the best things might be worthless if nobody wants them," Eleanor hinted in a meaningful tone of voice.

Brian narrowed his eyes.

“Do you want her to misunderstand our relationship?"

“No, I'm doing this for myself," Eleanor quickly replied.

“I'm worried you'll grow distant from me because of Rosalynn. Only when you're my backer will people respect me."

Her candor caught Brian's attention.

Eleanor was refreshingly transparent and her argument had merit.

She made no attempt to hide anything from him.

And to be fair, she did make some sense.

Regardless of how valuable something was, it might hold no worth if no one desired it.

“I'm leaving now," Brian said.

“Then I'll come with you,“ Eleanor responded, her happiness evident upon hearing his softened tone.

She realized that with tactful conversation, she could still sway him.