Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 311

Julie stood at the deserted hospital room doorway, her gaze flicking between the empty space and Kieran, who was just as perplexed by Kyle's sudden outburst. But by the time they stepped out of the room, Kyle had already vanished into the elevator.

Downstairs, Kyle slid into the backseat of the car and commanded, "Drive. Take me to the Cardinal Hotel."

The man behind the wheel was Curtis. He fired up the engine and set the navigation for the Cardinal Hotel. Only then did he glance at Kyle through the rear view mirror. After a moment of silence, he ventured, "Are we heading to the presidential suite at the hotel, young master?"

Kyle shot Curtis a look but didn't utter a word.

Curtis's expression turned grave as he peered at Kyle through the mirror, "Young master, if you're planning on going to the hotel now, it might be..."

"Curtis," Kyle's voice was ice as he uttered the name, his brows furrowed and his stare carried a dangerous glint, "Since when did I require your advice and decisions on my affairs?"

"My apologies, young master," Curtis bowed his head and sped toward the Cardinal Hotel.

Thirty minutes later, inside the presidential suite.

Kleist stood respectfully before Simon, "Young master, Stefan is at the door."

"Oh?" Simon, who was steeping tea, raised an eyebrow and spoke evenly, "Let him in."

Kleist opened the door and stepped aside, "Please, come in."

Kyle walked in, while Kleist blocked Curtis at the door. Curtis's gaze hardened as he faced off against Kleist, who stood with a look that read, 'You'll have to step over my dead body to get through here.'

Eventually, Kyle looked back at Curtis and said, "Wait here for me."

Reluctantly, Curtis stepped back and stood guard at the door.

Kleist smirked with a touch of irony and closed the door.

"Hey,” Simon didn't bother looking up from his tea-making, "Take a seat."

Kyle settled onto the sofa opposite Simon and was about to speak when suddenly, a blue and white porcelain cup was extended towards him.

He took it and placed it on the coffee table without drinking.

"You're becoming more impertinent," Simon remarked as he gently skimmed the tea with the lid.

Kyle took a deep breath to quell the anger rising within him and took a sip of tea before getting straight to the point, "What brings you back?"

Simon paused, his fingers on the cup lid still, and looked up at Kyle with piercing blue eyes, "Since when do I have to report my whereabouts to you?"

"Indeed, your whereabouts are none of my concern," Kyle placed the cup back on the table with enough force to spill some of its contents, "But Rowan, what's the meaning of you donating treatment funds to Sansa?"

"Rowan?" Simon repeated his name with interest and a chill in his gaze, setting down his cup, "Back in the country and you've forgotten how to address me?"

Kyle knew the uptick in Rowan's voice was a sign of his brewing anger.

Finally suppressing his own rage, Kyle took a deep breath and addressed him with respect, "Brother."

"Kleist, show Stefan out," Rowan stood up.

Kleist stepped in front of Kyle, blocking his path. Rowan had already turned towards the bedroom, and Kyle, hindered by Kleist, couldn't get any closer. He shouted at Rowan's retreating figure, "The one responsible for Rankin’s death is Davina, you know very well that his death has nothing to do with Sansa!"

Rowan spun around, his blue eyes icy with fury as he glared at Kyle, "You have no right to speak of his death!"

"Throw him out!" Rowan gestured to Kleist.

Kleist moved to push Kyle out.

Kyle shoved Kleist away and called out to Rowan's retreating figure, "Brother, you know I would do anything unreasonable for her!"

"Foolish!" Rowan turned abruptly, scoffing in contempt, "Get out before I change my mind and have Grace drag you back to Britain!"

Outside, Curtis rushed to Kyle's side as he emerged, asking with concern, "Young master, are you alright?"

"Why? Worried my own brother would tear me apart?" Kyle shot Curtis a cold glance, "Back to the hospital!"

Once Kyle had been escorted out, Kleist returned to Rowan's bedroom and knocked. After receiving permission from inside, he entered and said, "Young master, shall I inform Lady Grace to take the young master back to Britain?"