Rosalynn glanced at the pile of dishes and looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.

“Just eat what you like," Brian said in a low, deep voice.

Rosalynn noticed the envious glances from the woman sitting beside her, probably wondering how someone like her, a small designer, managed to capture the attention of a wealthy and handsome man like Brian.

It seemed she had incredible luck on her side.

Rosalynn lowered her eyes slightly, unable to deny the emotions stirring within her.

No woman could resist the charms and attentiveness of a wealthy and charming man directed at her.

"Well, I can get it myself," Rosalynn remarked softly.

Brian didn't say anything, but he noticed her nearly empty drink and refilled it for her.

His thoughtfulness was evident.

Rosalynn continued to eat in silence, her emotions fluctuating slightly.

Was Brian being so attentive to compensate for something?

After a few rounds of drinks, Brian had consumed quite a lot.

His face turned flushed, and his gaze became slightly blurred due to the effects of alcohol.

Seeing Henrik about to pour more wine for Brian, Rosalynn quickly interjected, "Mr. Pearson, he's not feeling well. He can't drink anymore."

Her words left those around her astonished.

Henrik, also having had a bit too much to drink, teased, "Are you feeling sorry for him? We all know how much he can handle. But if you care about him, why don't you drink on his behalf?"

Rosalynn remained silent, contemplating whether she should drink for Brian.

Before she could make a decision, Brian smiled and spoke up.

"It's alright. Let's keep drinking."

He laughed, emanating a charming aura. The fierceness in his usually sharp eyes had faded, replaced by an alluring charm.

A hint of playfulness after his successful diversion.

Perhaps he was pleased that Rosalynn had stood up for him.