Chapter 103: Father and son
Tobi smiled, jiggling into the house with Rose. Rolan was walking behind them with a neutral, cold expression. Rose had almost forgotten his presence and just wanted to close the door shut when a large hand blocked it, stopping her from closing it. She turned her gaze, meeting Rolan’s cold expression.
Rose raised a brow as if asking him what he wanted.
"I am not invited in?" he said, his voice as cold as ice, his gaze trailing to the small Tobi, as if suspecting that Tobi would throw a tantrum at any moment—and Rose would not allow him to stay.
As he suspected, Rose caught Tobi’s sleeve, saying in a mischievous, small voice, "Mummy, Uncle can’t stay if you don’t want him to stay with us."
Rolan clenched his fist and glared at Tobi. This small little brat—he always liked to spoil his plans. Veins were almost popping out from his forehead, but he had to act decent because Rose was in front of him.
"You heard him right. Tobi doesn’t want you to stay here, and I’ll listen to my dear son," Rose smirked, looking at him with cool, fierce eyes. She enjoyed the show in front of her—the way Rolan’s veins were popping because of Tobi.
"Rose, you can’t be mean to me. I found you in the heavy cold snow," Rolan said, his voice small, trying to act like a victim.
Rose grimaced embarrassedly the moment she heard what he said.
Was he being for real? He was the one who kidnapped her from her company and brought them from the cold snow. There was no one as shameless as him. Should she thank him, or should she smack his head?
Rolan saw the way Rose was looking at him, and he knew it was all his fault—that he was being ridiculous.
"Just let me in. I haven’t said anything. I just came to your place," Rolan blinked, smirking, gazing at her up and down.