Come on Daddy (Bright and Rose) novel Chapter 158

Sure enough, Rose's hint made Sophie nervous that she couldn't help but grasp Sky's sleeves tightly.

Sky also clearly felt Sophie's change, so he silently reached out to wrap his hand around her hand, which held onto him tightly, and comforted her.

"Rose is right. Some things obviously cannot be shared, so it's best not to covet things that don't belong to you."

With Sky protecting her, Sophie naturally became more confident. She clung to Sky more closely, indicating that Sky was hers.

Rose didn't care at all, but now she had to play the role of a woman who was abandoned by Bright and wanted to target Sky...

This really took some skilled acting.

"Yeah, even if one coveted and got what they wanted, they didn't do it righteously, so in the end, they might be abandoned…" Rose sighed deeply, as if she was talking about herself while she was actually accusing Sophie.

Sophie naturally thought that Rose had been abandoned by Bright. She was pleased and a slight smile formed on her face.

"You are right," Sophie agreed.

People who didn't understand them felt that their conversation was a little confusing, but the hostility in their words was palpable.

"Mr. Chandler, I didn't expect Rose to be your daughter. She is very low-key and kind, and her work is excellent. The company values her very much." William changed the subject and praised Rose.

"Thank you, Mr. William." Chandler nodded and smiled. "It's because the company provided her with opportunities."

William brought the topic to this project and successfully eased the mood.

Rose felt that there were a lot of people here and there was little to no airflow. She had a bit of difficulty breathing. "Excuse me."

After speaking, she turned around and left. William glanced at her a little worriedly. She didn't look well. Was she feeling uncomfortable?

But he just started a conversation here with Chandler and Sam, so he couldn't leave with her.

Rose went out from the back door of the banquet hall. It was a small garden with no one inside, so it was very quiet. The plants were lush. There was a breeze at night. She finally felt comfortable, except she still experienced shortness of breath that had not yet gone away.

Rose saw a bench next to a shrub, so she walked over and sat down.

After a while, a figure appeared in her sight.

"Miss. Linder, are you alone?" This voice belonged to Timothy.

Rose turned her head and saw him standing in the shadows with a smile on his face that looked very evil at this time.

"What's up, Mr. Timothy?" Rose turned her face slightly and look up at him.

"How are you and Mr. Bright?" Timothy asked frankly.

"Very good." Rose smiled brightly, her clear eyes like shining stars in the night.

Rose shook her head, pretending to be strong. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"I just don't want to accept it. I don't care if he is married and has a wife. I gave him my body and soul. He clearly said he would protect me for the rest of my life. How could he break his promise and leave me alone?"

When Timothy listened to Rose's words, he smirked secretly. It seemed that what Sophie heard about Bright and Rose arguing was true. Their relationship was already fractured. Now he knew from Rose's words that Bright had broken up with her.

Timothy was happy. The combined efforts of him and Sophie were not in vain.

They were looking forward to Rose and Bright breaking up so that Rose would lose his support. Only then would they be able to punish her.

She even deliberately deceived him and embarrassed him in front of Bright. How could he forgive her and let her off easily?

"Don't be sad. We can start again if you want." Timothy adopted a gentle approach, trying to break Rose's guard when she was most "injured". "I don't care about the relationship between you and Mr. Bright. After all, there is no woman Mr. Bright can't get with his means."

"I don't want to talk about him. I want to forget about him and start over." Rose said lightly. "I want to go in."

Rose got up, and Timothy followed along.

When Rose returned to the banquet hall, she only heard a violent commotion. She saw Bright, the most attractive person in the room, standing among a surging crowd.

He was still in the usual white shirt and black suit. He was tall and slender, comparable to male models, and looked more handsome and stylish than other men. He was mature and composed.

His deep eyes were fierce and calm as a result of years of experience being in positions of authority that no one dared to disrespect him.