Brian confided in Sanford, recounting every detail of his conversation with Eleanor and the heroic act performed by Barlow to save Rosalynn.

Sanford raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“What a coincidence. Barlow chose the perfect moment to swoop in. But how on earth did you manage to juggle two women at once? No wonder Rosalynn is furious.”

Gazing into the depths of his wine glass, Brian contemplated his actions.

“Was I mistaken? I made a promise to Eleanor, and I intend to keep it.

But Rosalynn insists that since I treat Eleanor well, she has the right to treat Barlow however she pleases. Why must she think that way?"

Sanford let out a chuckle.

“It's a sign that she cares about you.”

“Care? She didn't even give me an ounce of respect in front of Barlow.

How can that be considered caring?" Brian retorted with bitterness.

Taking a sip of his wine, Sanford replied, "You're right. You've been bending over backward to please her all along.”

Brian shot him a glare.

“Just keep your mouth shut!"

Sanford's smile widened.

“Oh, Brian, the truth can be rather unpleasant to hear."

“If I had a needle, I'd sew your mouth shut."

“Don't Let embarrassment get the best of you," Sanford teased.

Noticing the escalating tension, Norwood swiftly intervened.

“Alright, alright, enough with your relationship woes. Let's drink and enjoy ourselves."

With that, they all began to drink and engage in playful banter, momentarily setting aside their romantic entanglements.

As Brian observed the vibrant atmosphere, a sense of boredom overcame him.

Craving a change of scenery, he stepped outside into the cool night air and reached for his phone, dialing Edwin's number.