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 l