Two cars were parked in the driveway.
Leading the way were Ryan and Samantha.
The two had clearly just returned from a trip. Samantha’s face still carried traces of excitement, her smile bright and effortless. The way she looked at Ryan was soft and affectionate.
She tilted her head toward him, whispering something in his ear.
Ryan appeared completely at ease. Though his expression remained calm, he unconsciously matched his pace to hers.
Rose froze.
It was already past eight o’clock at night.
Ryan was bringing Samantha back to Moonlake Villa?
Was he planning to let her stay the night?
The realization made a wave of nausea rise in Rose’s stomach.
This was the home she had painstakingly cared for over seven years.
Now another woman had walked into it.
The instinctive sense of rejection made her deeply uncomfortable.
Yet she also knew that, as far as the law was concerned, they were already divorced.
Ryan had every right to bring home whomever he pleased.
Perhaps because Rose was standing there so openly, Samantha spotted her first.
The smile on her face immediately faded.
What replaced it was displeasure—and a possessive kind of reproach.
As though Rose’s presence were an intrusion into her territory.
The confidence of someone who already considered herself the lady of the house was unmistakable.
Rose silently curled her lips.
Ryan’s gaze shifted toward her.
There was no surprise in his eyes.
Instead, his gaze swept casually over her from head to toe.
Rose was wearing a nightgown.
It was obvious where she intended to spend the night.
"Rose?"
Two more figures approached from behind Ryan and Samantha.
The moment they saw Rose, each reacted differently.
Especially James.
He had been reviewing the proposal in his hands.
When he looked up and saw Rose standing there, his expression changed instantly.
He couldn’t believe she was back.
After all, he had personally witnessed the divorce proceedings.
At the time, Rose had been completely resolute.
There hadn’t been the slightest trace of hesitation or lingering affection for Ryan.
He had truly believed she would walk away without looking back.
She had even become fairly close to Jordan afterward.
So what did her return mean?
Oliver glanced at Rose’s nightgown, then at Samantha’s darkening expression.
Immediately, he shook his head.
"Rose, did you not expect us to come back together?" he asked with a grin. "Did we ruin your plans?"
If they hadn’t all returned together tonight, what exactly had Rose intended to do?
The answer seemed obvious.
Had she planned to seduce Ryan and reconcile with him?
And now Samantha had caught her in the act?
"Running into Sam like this..." Oliver chuckled. "Aren’t you at least a little embarrassed?"
His tone sounded playful.
But the underlying sarcasm was sharp enough to wound.
Rose let out a faint laugh.
Between the lines, Oliver was treating Samantha like the rightful wife while casting her as the interloper.
Did she need Samantha’s permission to return to the house where she had lived for seven years?
"It’s late," Samantha finally said.
Her gaze swept over Rose’s nightgown.
Disapproval filled her eyes. "It’s not appropriate to be dressed like that outside."
Rose looked down at herself.
She was wearing a silk pajama set.
Long sleeves.
Long pants.
Every button properly fastened.
The way Samantha was reacting, one would think she was dressed scandalously.
What a busybody.
Rose met her gaze directly. "Is it appropriate for you to show up at someone else’s house in the middle of the night?"
Her voice remained calm. "Don’t you have a home of your own? Or is there no bed at your place?"
Samantha’s expression stiffened.
The phrase someone else’s house was a direct reminder that Samantha was the outsider here.
Oliver’s smile faded.

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