“Behave. Go and enjoy yourself," he instructed.

Noticing his lack of interest, Millie suppressed her eagerness.

“I would prefer to stay by your side."

“Go," Sanford replied firmly, taking a sip of wine before removing his hand from her shoulder.

Reluctantly, Millie withdrew. She had no choice but to stand up and leave obediently.

Time was on her side, anyway. With Sanford's return, she firmly believed she would become his future wife.

After some time, Brian strolled into the room, his face adorned with a stoic expression that guarded his inner thoughts.

Everyone in the room greeted him.

His sharp eyes surveyed the surroundings, absorbing every detail before briefly pausing on Millie's face. Then, he looked away and sat next to Sanford.

Sanford poured Brian a drink and chuckled.

“Are you free today? Did you come here to drink with me because you know I'm in a foul mood? You truly are a good friend.”

Brian remained silent, accepting the wine glass and taking a sip.

Norwood, who accompanied him, Laughed and answered, "Sanford, don't flatter yourself. Brian is in a bad mood because Rosalynn is taking care of Barlow in the hospital."

Sanford froze, his wine glass suspended mid-air.

“What happened to Barlow? Why did Rosalynn take care of him?"

Brian's handsome face turned somber. His eyes locked on the glass before him as his silence spoke volumes.

Sanford, knowing Brian all too well, sensed his friend's agitation. If circumstances were different, he would have offered words of comfort.

“Seems like we both have our fair share of troublesome women," he mused, infusing his voice with understanding.

Hearing this, Brian Looked at him.

“why is Millie here? Have you made up with her?"

Sanford clinked his glass with Norwood's, a casual smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, my parents are pushing for a wedding. If all goes according to plan, I'll be marrying her. After all, in the dark, all women look the same."