Chapter 113: Too soft for this
The wheels of the wheelchair creaked against the floor as Rose drove herself over to where Damien and Rolan were playing table tennis. Just then, the ball shot high into the air—Damien’s bat had hit it hard. The ball flew in Rolan’s direction. Rolan leapt up, smacking it back with equal force.
It was a full-on competition. Both of them were locked in, battling to beat each other. They were putting in serious effort.
Rose pressed her lips together and stopped pushing the wheelchair.
What was she thinking? she asked herself.
She was already starting to doubt her decision. Why had she even decided to tell Rolan in the first place? Emotions. They were messing with her head. She couldn’t go through with this. There was no point. What good would it do?
Rose regretted everything—but by the time she did, it was already too late. She had already called out, "Rolan, I have something important to discuss with you."
Rolan flicked the ball away and set his bat down on the table. He walked toward her, taking slow, confident steps. A smirk played on his lips.
"What is it? What’s this important thing you want to talk about? Should we talk in private?"
At the same time, he turned to give Damien a smug look—one Rose didn’t catch.
Rose stayed quiet for a second. Then, without meeting Rolan’s eyes, she muttered, "I don’t have anything important to say. It was... a slip of the tongue."
Rolan raised a brow. "Are you for real?" he asked, staring at her intently.