登入Alex glanced at her. "Would you have preferred that I screamed?" "Actually, I would have loved to hear that." Rose teased. "Keep dreaming." Rose laughed again, and Alex couldn't help noticing how much lighter she seemed. They spent the next hour exploring several attractions. Rose appeared dete
The journey back from the detention facility was unusually quiet. Alex sat beside Rose in the back seat, occasionally glancing in her direction. She had barely spoken since they left the room where Vincent was being held. Normally, Rose would have had something to say. A sarcastic remark about Vin
More importantly, she now understood that the accident wasn't an isolated incident. It was connected to something much bigger. Rose turned back towards Vincent, her expression becoming serious. Alex glanced towards the men stationed near the door. “Take care of him.” One of them immediately st
Vincent clenched his jaw in anger but offered no response. This time, Alex nodded calmly.. “There's something I've found particularly amusing about this entire situation. You've refused to cooperate from the moment you were brought here, apparently convinced that keeping your mouth shut would prot
Rose slowly turned towards him."What?" She looked at Alex in disbelief. "Did you just say he's Victor and Sophia's biological father?" Alex didn't look away from Vincent. "Yes." Rose's gaze sharply returned to the restrained man. The revelation was almost impossible to process. Victor and Sop
However, Vincent remained silent and looked away. Rose's patience began to wear thin at his silence. "Vincent!" He finally turned towards her. "I said I have nothing more to say. What part of that don't you understand?" Rose's expression became cold. She had come here expecting answers, but t
“I want you to forget about where we are going right now because I would love to keep it a surprise. It would get ruined if I tell you too early,” Rose confessed sincerely, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “As for the answer to your second question — frankly, we could’ve already talked about it w
Good afternoon, sir, ma’am. How may I help you today?” the young lady at the reception asked politely the moment she noticed Rose and Nancy approaching. “Hello, my name is Nancy Miller, and this person here is Ms. Roseline Gray, the new CEO of this company,” Nancy introduced briefly and sharply.
The morning sunlight spilled gently through the glass walls of the Manor, scattering soft reflections over the polished marble floors. Rose sat on the edge of her bed, towel wrapped around her head as she stared at her ringing phone. The name flashing across the screen made her sigh — William Gray.
She didn’t waste time browsing aimlessly. Rose had a specific goal in mind. With the help of the attendant, she chose a chic but subtle outfit — something elegant enough to draw respect, but plain enough not to draw unnecessary attention. She added a few accessories, heels, and then paused when some







