Chapter 50: Playing emotional games
Rolan went back to the house with an ugly, angry expression. He couldn’t believe that Rose had packed up and left without telling him. How was he supposed to contact her? How was he going to talk to her?
He wanted to, but she had severed all means of communication, leaving him with no way to reach her.
Inside his car, as he drove, his fists clenched tightly around the steering wheel before loosening again. If he had any more anger boiling inside him, his veins might have popped. His expression mirrored the turmoil raging within him—he still couldn’t believe this was happening.
While driving, Rolan connected his phone to take a call through his earbuds.
"Alfred, I told you to monitor Rose. She moved out, and you didn’t tell me? She left, and you said nothing? Alfred, why did you do this to me?"
His voice carried clear frustration and accusation.
Over the phone, Alfred cleared his throat before responding, trying to defend himself. "Master, I couldn’t keep my eyes on the Luna twenty-four hours a day. Forgive me."
Rolan immediately caught the sarcasm in Alfred’s voice. His jaw tightened, and his fist clenched harder. In frustration, he yanked the earbud from his ear and flung it aside, watching as it bounced before falling into the backseat.
Through gritted teeth, he muttered under his breath, "Rose, you can’t run from me... You want to escape, but you won’t get away forever."
His voice carried such intensity that anyone who heard it would shiver.
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