Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 He Didn’t Even Know She Was Allergic

“True, you’re close with Diana.” Ryan didn’t seem particularly concerned about the matter; his tone remained casual.

Although Diana wasn’t exactly a favored daughter of the Robinson family, given that connection, it wasn’t surprising that Rose and Trevor had each other’s contact information.

Besides—

On a day like today, WhatsApp was flooded with mass-sent New Year’s greetings.

The message Rose received was most likely one of those as well.

“Yeah. Otherwise, how would I have met Trevor?” Seeing that Ryan didn’t seem to take it seriously, Rose’s lips twitched slightly.

She lowered her gaze and replied to Trevor: [Happy New Year.]

Ding-dong—

Trevor replied almost instantly. [I’m coming back to the country next month.]

Rose didn’t dwell on why Trevor had chosen to share his travel plans with her.

[Okay. See you then.]

She certainly couldn’t tell Ryan that Trevor was Ariel’s legal father—and, in a way, her savior.

If Trevor hadn’t added Ariel to his household registration back then, Rose truly wouldn’t have been able to care for Ariel on her own, nor could she have kept everything hidden.

But secrets couldn’t stay buried forever.

Once she and Ryan were officially divorced, he would eventually find out.

By then, it would be too late. He wouldn’t be able to take her daughter away.

“Hmm. I’m going to take a shower.”

As expected, Ryan showed no interest in the matter. Without paying attention to who Rose was chatting with, he turned and walked toward the bathroom with a detached expression.

Rose suddenly remembered what had happened early that morning, when Ryan had mistaken her for someone else and pulled her into his arms.

Was he planning to stay here again tonight?

“Are you sleeping here?” she blurted out.

Ryan unbuttoned his shirt and glanced at her indifferently before stepping into the bathroom.

“Then where do you think I should sleep? Give me some advice.”

At your mistress’s place.

The answer surfaced immediately in Rose’s mind.

But she gave no sign of it.

Ryan ignored her, closed the bathroom door, and turned on the shower.

Rose frowned briefly, but soon figured it out.

It wasn’t that Ryan wanted to stay.

Rather, Margaret and the rest of the Knight family were staying at the same hotel. Even if Ryan was eager to see Samantha, he had to keep a low profile for the time being.

If Margaret and Isabella found out, Samantha would likely be in for a great deal of trouble.

Rose had absolutely no interest in being used as a pawn.

She simply carried her laptop into her bedroom and locked the door.

Besides, there was a guest room next door.

The next day, she was scheduled to visit a pharmaceutical research cultivation site to inspect the plant-derived compounds they needed. Rose didn’t bother wondering what Ryan might think about her locking the door. She shut down her computer and fell asleep almost immediately.

She slept until three in the morning.

Still half-asleep, she stumbled out of bed to get a glass of water.

As she passed the guest room, she noticed the door was still open. Only the neon lights outside shone faintly through the window.

The bed showed clear signs of having been slept in.

But it was empty.

Ryan...

Going to such lengths as to get up in the middle of the night just to see Samantha?

Rose’s sleepy eyes gradually cleared.

A wry smile curved her lips.

She poured herself a glass of water and returned to her room.

This time, there was no need to lock the door out of misplaced hope.

After all, his heart had never been with her.

*****

The next day.

A group of more than thirty people set off for the pharmaceutical research farm.

They toured the rare compound cultivation fields and the processing facilities, holding brief meetings along the way.

After negotiating prices for several key botanical ingredients, the contracts were finalized that afternoon.

Rose found that the quality of the raw materials exceeded even her expectations.

She collected samples and then pulled Caleb back to their room to discuss optimizing the formula ratios.

She skipped the team dinner entirely.

They were in the middle of their discussion when someone knocked on the door.

A hotel attendant stood outside, pushing a cart with two slices of cake.

“Excuse me, but we didn’t order anything,” Rose said, puzzled.

The attendant smiled. “Ms. Bennett? Ms. Hill wanted mango cake, but all the bakeries were closed for the New Year. President Knight hired a pastry chef at a premium rate to make it here at the hotel and asked me to bring a slice to you and Mr. Byrne.”

Rose could barely maintain the polite smile on her face.

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