Chapter 110: He finally asked
"Why is the reason you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you?" Rolan looks at Rose and questions. She was helpless and in the bed—Rolan had sneaked into her room.
Her eyes shift, biting her lips with resentment building in. The answer to that question she wasn’t going to say to him. He should be clueless of the mistake he had done in her past life—his betrayal. He betrayed her for her sister. The answer to that, she wouldn’t give him.
"Look at me when I ask you this... I want to be able to read your lies if you are lying to me. I want to be able to read it all," Rolan says, his breath heavy, his eyes piercing hers, his intense gaze making her uncomfortable.
"I would have hit you right now if I wasn’t crippled," Rose gritted her teeth, saying bitterly. She wiggled her wrist, trying to escape from Rolan’s hold that captured her.
Rolan smiles, seeing how hard she struggles against his hold. "You are quite stubborn. You don’t want to say the truth. Say the truth to me—why did you run away from me ten years ago? I want to know it. All of it."
He really wanted to know all of it—why she left him without caring for him, just going. She was his wife. He had the right to know everything before she left him without coming back, but instead came back with a child...
About Rose’s child, he carried out his investigation. His gut feeling had been telling him that the kid was his. It is his kid. Rose was just lying to him and deceiving him, but the DNA test results always kept proving that Tobi wasn’t his son, even though he was so sure of it. That left him disappointed. He hoped to be the boy’s father... mostly for his selfish reason—so he could be with Rose.
"Rose, won’t you confess?" Rolan says, almost as if giving up. He didn’t want to say this the last time. He prayed she would just confess and tell him the truth.
"You are clearly being unreasonable right now, Rolan. I’m keeping no secret from you. That boy is not your son, so forget about my son. You will never be his father." Her voice carried haughtiness, her chest weaving in unstable rhythm. Today, she couldn’t understand why Rolan decided to corner her, questioning her about things he wasn’t so interested in—except her. What he wanted was Rose.
She paused, her lips trembling. He was too close, his breath was very heavy on her. If only he could let go and keep his distance, she could breathe and have space to tell more lies—but Rolan was blocking her. She was helpless on the bed, like a missionary.
Rose could only resort to one way she thought she could escape him.