Rose came back to her senses and struggled out of Rolan's grip. To her surprise, he let go of her wrist more easily than she had expected. She took a deep breath, sighing in relief.
Why was Rolan here anyway?
"I called you, Rose, but you didn't answer," Rolan said, rubbing his forehead and looking at her with accusation in his eyes.
He felt so down—so frustrated. Why didn't she pick up when he called her? He was really upset.
...
~Flashback~
Rolan sat in his office, handling the last business matters of the day. He dropped his pen and stared into the void, unsure of what to do next.
His cold gaze darkened, his mood slowly turning sour.
He hadn't seen Rose for a long time, and his mind kept drifting back to her.
The door clicked open, and Alfred walked in.
Alfred wasn't just his assistant—he was the only person Rolan trusted with everything.
Rolan lifted his head to look at him.
