로그인A few days passed. During that time, Rose gradually became more comfortable around Hayden. Their conversations became more frequent, and they began having casual conversations whenever they ate together or happened to cross paths around the mansion. Rose also discovered that Hayden was quite dif
“I've been awake for a while.” Rose replied. Hayden nodded and gestured toward the chair opposite him. “Come sit.” Rose moved to the table and settled into the seat prepared for her. She stared at the table filled with a lot of dishes before turning to look at Hayden. “Is this all for me?” she
Hayden remained near the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene before him. Rose was still curled up in the corner, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her breathing was uneven, and her eyes remained fixed on him as if she still couldn't completely separate him from whatever she had seen i
That evening, Emily received an urgent call from the hospital just as she was preparing to return to the Black mansion. Rose was sitting near the window, watching the sky slowly darken when Emily approached her with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Miss Rose. There’s an emergency at the hospit
By the following afternoon, Rose had grown tired of staying inside her room. She had spent most of the past few days resting because of her injuries, but now that she was becoming more familiar with the mansion, remaining in bed for hours at a time was beginning to feel suffocating. Emily had just
Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles, Alex sat behind the desk in his study, surrounded by reports that had barely been touched. He looked nothing like the composed man everyone was accustomed to seeing. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair was slightly disheveled, and dark circles had formed beneath his eye
“I gave them your contact details,” Rose said plainly. “If they decide to discuss anything regarding investments of the project and accept my request, they’ll likely reach out to you directly.” There was a brief pause on the line before Nancy sighed—then laughed. “You’re moving fast, Rose. How are
After excusing herself, Rose confidently approached the same server who had brought her juice earlier. She smiled politely and stopped him. “Excuse me,” she said softly but clearly. “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” The server, a young man with a polite but reserved demeanor, paused
The next morning, Rose arrived at school as usual, her expression calm and unreadable as she stepped out of the car. The campus ground buzzed with the familiar noise of students chatting, laughing, and rushing to their classes, but something about the atmosphere felt slightly tense—as if an undercur
Rose never actually went anywhere near the restroom. The excuse had only been a convenient way to slip out of the circle of men without drawing attention. Lingering around them any longer would have been pointless, she had already achieved what she came for. Listening to extended discussions about







