Christian could not stop Rosalie. In fact, she even covered for him, downing drinks on his behalf during toasts.

Worried she would soon be wasted, he finally grabbed her arm.

“Rosalie, let’s go. We’ll say goodbye to Mr. Lambert and head out. It’s late.”

“Is River gone yet?” Rosalie suddenly asked.

“No idea. Haven’t seen him in a while.”

Christian paused, realization dawning on him. “Wait, did you drink this much because he pissed you off?

“And why does it matter if he’s left? Are we not leaving before he does?”

Was she really that fixated on River?

Christian noticed her unusual preoccupation but did not mind. After all, they were not officially dating and were just testing the waters. If things did not work out, they would remain friends.

“He’ll tattle to my grandfather,” Rosalie muttered.

“Earlier, when I stepped outside for a bit, I threw a drink at him. And kicked him.”

Christian was speechless for a moment.

“You know, you really should be more considerate of Mr. Lamber