After leaving Roman Rhodes’s hospital room, Ronan Rhodes escorted Melody Summers and Winnie Summers to the underground parking garage. He watched them leave before heading back to the room.
Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door, he ran right into Kylie Walsh and her niece, Zara Walsh, who had come to visit.
Kylie held a bouquet of flowers and Zara a fruit basket. They were in the middle of a discussion with the Rhodes family bodyguards who were blocking their way.
Seeing Ronan approach, Zara flashed a smile and quickly greeted him, "Ronan, we heard Mr. Rhodes is sick, so we came to visit. I was wondering if it’s a convenient time for him?"
Beside her, Kylie Walsh also nodded, her elegant face showing a perfectly measured trace of concern.
She was nearly forty but had maintained her looks exceptionally well. Aside from the slightly sunken eye sockets that occasionally betrayed a hint of fatigue, time had left almost no trace on her face.
Like Zara, she was tall and slender. Because of the cold weather, she wore a long trench coat that revealed her graceful, swan-like neck, making her look like a model who had just stepped off the runway.
The fact that Kylie Walsh was pursuing Roman Rhodes was an open secret in their high-society circles. So, upon hearing of Roman’s illness, Kylie had immediately rushed over with Zara, only to be stopped by the Rhodes family bodyguards at the door.
Ronan frowned inwardly but maintained a polite smile. "I’ll go see if my uncle is awake. Please wait a moment, you two."
Watching Ronan’s retreating back, Kylie Walsh sighed imperceptibly. She raised a hand to adjust the custom-ordered bouquet in her arms, ’pondering how she might suggest staying to take care of Roman...’
Ronan knocked and entered Roman’s room. Roman was standing by the window, peering outside at something unknown.
Ronan was startled. "Uncle, why are you standing? Lie down, quickly! Be careful not to reopen your wound!"
Roman shook his head nonchalantly. "I’m fine. Just standing to help digest my food. It’s not good to lie around all the time. I’m going stir-crazy."
He felt his wound had already improved a lot. It had hurt a little when he first woke up, but the pain subsided after lunch. If the doctor hadn’t forbidden it, he would have gone back to work already!
Seeing Roman looking so composed, Ronan could only nod and say, "Uncle, since you’re in good spirits, Kylie Walsh and her niece, Zara, are here to see you. Should I call them in?"
Roman froze. Then, in a few quick strides, he walked back to the bed, lay down flat, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I’m a bit tired and need to rest. Please turn them away for me."
Ronan’s mouth twitched, but he couldn’t say much more.
He walked out of the room and back to Zara and Kylie. Facing their expectant gazes, he said apologetically, "I’m sorry, my uncle is asleep right now and can’t receive visitors. I’ll let him know you both stopped by when he wakes up."
Kylie Walsh’s smile froze for a moment before she composed herself into a graceful smile again. In a soft voice, she said, "It’s alright. I just came at a bad time. Please give him the flowers for me and wish him a speedy recovery. I’ll come visit again in a couple of days."
The two of them handed the flowers and fruit basket to the bodyguard and left.
On the way home, Zara noticed Kylie’s expression and whispered consolingly, "Aunt, please don’t be sad."
Kylie sighed, shook her head gently, and replied, "I’m fine."
Although she had been rebuffed today, Kylie wasn’t too upset. It wasn’t the first time Roman Rhodes had rejected her, after all. She had been chasing him for over twenty years, and his attitude had always been clear. It was her own unrequited affection.
But she wasn’t willing to give up just like that.

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