Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360: Chapter 360 The Proposal That Never Happened

Rose’s breath caught for the briefest moment.

She stared into Ryan’s eyes.

He was watching her, too.

But unlike her, he looked completely composed. Not a trace of emotion crossed his face from beginning to end.

That was what made Rose uneasy.

She couldn’t read him.

And when it came to Ryan, not knowing what he was thinking could be more dangerous than knowing he was angry.

His question had also left her with several possible interpretations.

If she handled this badly, the conversation could turn ugly very quickly.

Rose folded her arms and leaned back in the chair.

"I’m asking you a question, and you’re answering with one of your own."

Ryan’s eyes dropped briefly to her crossed arms.

The gesture was small, but he understood exactly what it meant.

Defensive.

Guarded.

She didn’t trust him, and she wasn’t about to lower her guard around him.

He stared at her for several seconds before swallowing against the dryness in his throat.

"Powerful families control enormous amounts of wealth, technology and medical resources," he said quietly. "They also tend to have contingency plans for emergencies."

Rose remained silent.

"Some families maintain private medical facilities and emergency supplies. I’m no different."

His voice was weaker than usual, but his tone remained steady.

"I have an organisation that uses advanced cryogenic technology to preserve blood products, including plasma. Everything is managed by medical professionals, and the plasma is processed and stored under strict conditions."

Rose frowned.

She could understand the logic.

People with enough money and influence would naturally have access to resources ordinary hospitals didn’t.

But that wasn’t what she wanted to know.

Not even close.

Frustration slowly built inside her.

Talking to Ryan was like trying to get information out of a locked safe.

If she asked too directly, he’d dodge the question.

If she asked too vaguely, he’d give her an answer that technically made sense without actually telling her anything.

Rose took a breath.

"What I’m asking is how you knew which plasma Ariel needed."

Ryan looked at her.

"You had it delivered before the doctors could even determine what she needed. Neither the doctor nor I told you her blood type."

Ryan remained reclined against the pillows.

He had only just woken up, and the exhaustion was obvious in his face. His voice was quieter than usual.

"How do you know I only sent one type of plasma?"

Rose froze.

Ryan’s expression remained detached.

"Did you personally go to the plane and check what was loaded?"

"No."

"Then you don’t know."

Rose stared at him.

Ryan continued, almost casually, "My emergency medical unit contains plasma compatible with your blood type. There are only a limited number of blood types. To save time, I had plasma with the highest available clotting-factor levels prepared for each type and sent everything over."

Rose couldn’t immediately find a hole in his explanation.

She hadn’t personally inspected the shipment.

It was entirely possible that Ryan had anticipated the situation, coordinated with the medical team and had multiple plasma types prepared in advance.

It was a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Too reasonable.

And that was precisely what bothered her.

Ryan’s answer was airtight.

Yet something deep inside her insisted that he wasn’t telling her everything.

Rose’s expression changed almost imperceptibly.

Ryan noticed.

Of course he noticed.

"Why are you so determined to find an answer to this?"

The question hit far too close to home.

Rose unconsciously held her breath.

Why?

Because she suspected Ryan had discovered Ariel’s true identity.

Because she suspected he was hiding something from her.

Because she was afraid he might already know Ariel was his daughter and was quietly making plans to take her away from her.

But she couldn’t say any of that.

Ryan hadn’t given her a single concrete reason to believe those things.

She couldn’t expose her own suspicions without evidence.

So Rose met his gaze.

"Because what you did doesn’t make sense."

Ryan said nothing.

"Everyone knows Ariel is Trevor’s daughter. As far as everyone is concerned, she has nothing to do with you."

Rose’s voice became firmer.

"You risked your life to save her. I’m grateful. I really am. But I still need to understand why."

Ryan answered immediately.

"Reflex."

Rose stared at him.

"...Ryan, are you serious?"

"Yeah."

His expression remained perfectly calm.

"Isn’t that why I’m lying in a hospital bed?"

Rose fell silent.

For a moment, she couldn’t believe him.

She’d known he was good at deflecting questions, but this was ridiculous.

Every time she thought she’d gotten close to an answer, he somehow turned the conversation around and left her with nothing.

She had no intention of continuing this pointless verbal sparring match.

She stood.

"At the time, you were crying too loudly."

Rose stopped.

Ryan had closed his eyes.

His voice was quiet and almost lazy, but for once, there was no sarcasm in it.

"If something had happened to Ariel, I don’t think you would’ve been able to handle it rationally."

Rose looked at him.

Ryan continued with his eyes closed.

"She’s your entire world."

Rose’s expression shifted.

"So?"

Ryan opened his eyes.

His gaze was unusually direct.

"I think you must hate me."

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