“Miss Fuller, care for some wine?" Henrik offered while pouring a drink for Brian.

Before Rosalynn could respond, Brian interjected, "She doesn't drink.”

Henrik chuckled.

"Since you're here, how about a little?"

Brian glanced at Rosalynn before replying, "No, I fear she might drink too much and cause a scene."

Rosalynn bit back a retort.

How she wanted to give him a piece of her mind!

The crowd turned their teasing eyes to Rosalynn.

Maintaining her polite demeanor, Rosalynn discreetly stomped on Brian's foot under the table.

Unperturbed, Brian held his glass and clarified, “Don't misinterpret our situation. We're not what you're imagining.”

Their attempts to hold back Laughter were abandoned when they heard his denial. The room burst into Laughter.

Had Brian remained silent, there might have been some ambiguity. But his denial served to confirm their assumptions about the nature of his relationship with Rosalynn

Henrik picked up a bottle of juice and offered, "Miss Fuller, would you care for some juice?"

“Sure.” Rosalynn could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

She ignored the onlookers and quietly tuned into their conversation from her chair.

She couldn't fathom why Brian had brought her to the party.

She was neither a saleswoman nor a public relations expert.

But since Brian insisted that she was just here to eat free food, she was prepared to play that part to the hilt.

Rosalynn sat quietly at the table, enjoying her meal while Listening to the business discussions happening around her.

Her plate was always filled with delicious food, courtesy of Brian, who chatted with others as he absentmindedly served her.

Despite being a CEO accustomed to being served, he took the time to serve her himself at the dining table.

It felt like a special treatment, something out of the ordinary.