"Who are you…? How did you get into my house?" Her body was stiff, staring at the stranger who had broken into her house and also saved her from falling. Her eyes dropped in disappointment when she saw that he was wearing a mask.
Was the man a thief? Was he here to steal from her?
"Is knowing who I am in this situation important?" The burglar's arm around her waist held her tighter, and he shrugged his shoulder, looking at her. His voice sounded amused.
Why was the vibe coming from him a little familiar, like someone she knew?
"You are a burglar, right? I locked my gate—how did you get in here?" Rode questioned, her heart still racing with the stranger who had just come in unwelcome.
"Your heart called me to you," the stranger said in his deep, cold voice. The voice was so heavy and deep, like a man who had caught a cold for three days. His voice alone frightened her a lot.
"What kind of burglar are you? Are you a perverted burglar?" She gulped, asking the question. The burglar's eyes shifted a bit, and she instantly feared that her trail of thoughts was the truth. Thinking of it, the burglar seemed like a pervert—the hand on her waist was rubbing back and forth.
It was very obvious... very perverted.
"Yes... honey, I came here to rob your body."
She could feel laughter hidden in his tone. The burglar was laughing at her, as if she had cracked a joke. The burglar had said yes. His words had brought her to think back rationally. No, he shouldn't do anything of the sort to her. If it was stealing he wanted to do, he should do it quickly and just leave. She hoped that Tobi wouldn't leave the parlor and come to the kitchen. He should remain there and not make a single sound. Some burglars could be very messy even if they got what they wanted. Nothing should happen to her poor, innocent babies.
"My body?... You are really a pervert, aren't you?"
Rose's eyes widened in disbelief, and she exclaimed. Her words were coming out sluggish, not filled with any courage at all. Only her gaze locked on the burglar. He had hazel eyes—those eyes that wanted to remind her of someone… someone she didn't want to think of.
"Yes, I guess I'm a pervert."
The burglar chuckled, still not keeping his hand away from her.
They remained in that pose, with his arm still wrapped around her waist, Rose was staring at him in confusion.
She was so focused on him. It was all to see his face—only if she could see his face and call the cops on him immediately. How dare he break into her house?
How dare he frighten her fragile heart? Rose's face was rosy with sweat, her heart weaving in equally unstable beats because she was in the arms of a burglar, a thief, somebody who might have done shadier jobs than thieves do.
"Why am I even wasting time talking with you?… I should get a pan or something and break your head," Ride muttered under her breath, and the burglar had heard her.
"Whoa… Hold it there… Now stop being a feisty lady. It's me," he cut her waist, saying in her ear in a rushed tone, and for a moment, her actions of wanting to hit him stopped.
He smiled a little, relieved in his heart that she had stopped wanting to beat him up with the pan. But his relief was long gone when he saw her looking at him, her eyes narrowed and her hand holding the pan tightened. Then she raised it up quickly.
"I don't care who the hell you are!"
Rose yelled, pan once more aiming it at him. She went for the first strike to give it to him, but he dodged it with his speed. She still did not give up and aimed another one at him, but he used his werewolf powers this time, being too fast because he saw that Rose looked like she was very mad and really wanted to eliminate him.
The burglar sighed bitterly in his heart. What was he expecting when he had sneaked into her house in all black and wearing a mask?
Of course, he was causing it for himself.
"Heh… Hold on there, Rose. It's me, Rolan."
The burglar caught her hand swiftly, stopping her action of wanting to hit the pan on his head. Rose was still looking at him with dangerous glares, breathing heavily as if she hadn't believed him. So he didn't let go of her hand, holding her wrist that was holding the pan.
His hold was firm but not too firm—not to hurt her. Rose was super feisty. Where had she learned all this from? Wasn't it from Zara?
What had she been through that she had become like this? Rolan's gaze was serious, storming with emotions.
"Rolan?… You do smell like him… I mean, Rolan, what are you doing in my house, getting through my window like a thief?"
Her body was still tense as she asked. She remained still, very mindful of any action the burglar might carry out.
He had said that he was Rolan… Rolan didn't know her address. She was very careful, so he couldn't have possibly found her address. And if he was Rolan, what was he doing in her house? He should get out. She neither trusted the burglar, Rolan, nor whoever they might be. Anything that might be connected with Rolan, she was going to sweep it out of her house.
"Missed ya too much. Couldn't help it."
Rolan stared at her with a cocky smile as he spoke to her. His arms were wrapped around her waist, his neck resting on her shoulder, making them more intimate. His breath hit her neck as he spoke.
He had tracked her down with the city CCTV footage. He had said he would know everything about her, get the secret out of her—all these years for leaving.
He wasn't a fool to see that she was avoiding him, so he wouldn't waste his time asking for her address or appearing at her house knocking on the door. So that's why he had come through the window.
There she was, singing beautifully, making meals for the kid that she said wasn't hers. Rolan's eyes narrowed with the thought.
"Can you please just go and leave me and my tiny apartment in peace? You got your big mansion to live alone in, innit?"
Huffing the air around her, she ignored his existence, going back to preparing her meals for her son. She kept all the thoughts about him off her head.
Why had he come here anyway? He should leave just the way he had come, so he shouldn't find anything else.
She could still feel his intense gaze behind her. Yes, his gaze was piercing on her. Rose rolled her eyes in her mind with slight nervousness. What was he looking at?
She just wanted to think innocently and not think in the wrong direction. She hoped he wasn't staring at her ass, because she would turn and hit him this instant.
She hated him doing that in the past when they were together—and still even now.
Rolan gave her none of his feelings in their relationship because he was too busy thinking about Jennifer, but he had time gawking at her ass.
He only concerned himself about her when it concerned his lower half.