Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 A Familiar Embrace

Rose’s vision was blurred.

Driven by pure survival instinct, she clung desperately to the lifeline that had plunged into the water after her.

The arms wrapped around her waist were strong and steady.

In one swift motion, he pulled her from the pool.

Oxygen rushed back into her lungs.

Rose’s vision darkened.

The shadows of the past flooded her mind, leaving her body trembling and her thoughts blank.

"Rose?"

A cold, magnetic voice reached her ears.

By then, she had already been carried ashore.

Her head felt painfully fuzzy.

She cracked her eyes open and caught sight of Ryan’s sharply defined jawline.

His dark hair dripped with water, and his expression remained cold and unreadable.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and wrapped it around her.

A sharp pain burned through Rose’s lungs.

She already had a cold, and after choking on pool water, her entire body felt as though it were on fire.

Her limbs felt weak and heavy.

Ryan carried her away without a word.

His strides were long and fast.

Yet she felt no jolting.

The arms holding her remained steady and secure.

"Mr. Knight? Who are you carrying?"

While waiting for the elevator, Rose vaguely heard someone call out.

It sounded like Jordan.

Ryan didn’t stop.

Instead, he adjusted the towel draped around her and pulled it higher, covering most of her face.

The elevator carried them directly to the penthouse suite.

The moment they entered, nausea overwhelmed Rose.

Ryan kicked open the bathroom door, carried her inside, and set her down on the countertop beside the sink.

Rose immediately pushed the towel aside, bent over the sink, and vomited.

Her stomach and lungs burned fiercely.

Drops of water still trickled from Ryan’s dark hair.

Watching her miserable state, he said nothing.

He simply lifted a hand and began patting her back.

Slowly.

Steadily.

Stroke after stroke.

Once she caught her breath, Rose became aware of the warm palm moving gently against her back.

Leaning weakly against the sink, she looked up at him.

His eyes were as dark as ink, carrying an intense and unyielding depth.

Yet there was no emotion in them.

No urgency.

No tenderness.

It was almost as though he were helping her out of habit.

"Feeling better?" Ryan asked.

His white shirt was soaked through.

His gaze traveled from her face downward.

Rose’s expression immediately changed.

Her condition was far from presentable.

She wore only a loose white long-sleeved T-shirt with a wide neckline.

After falling into the pool, the fabric had become nearly transparent, clinging tightly to her skin and revealing the light beige, lace-trimmed bra underneath.

With every rapid breath, her chest rose and fell sharply beneath the wet fabric.

Ryan’s gaze remained calm and completely unguarded.

Rose lowered her head.

Then she abruptly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself again.

"Get out."

Ryan appeared entirely unimpressed by her dramatic reaction.

Without arguing, he turned and left the bathroom.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Two minutes later, it opened again.

Ryan stepped inside and handed her a neatly folded set of dry clothes.

On top sat a fresh set of underwear.

Rose’s expression darkened immediately.

"You went through my suitcase?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "So you expected me to do nothing after you fell into a pool?"

His tone carried no trace of apology.

Nor did he look remotely interested in backing down.

Rose frowned deeply.

Ryan seemed unconcerned.

After seven years of marriage, there was hardly anything about Rose he hadn’t already seen.

He set the clothes within her reach and left again.

This time, closing the door behind him.

Rose was freezing.

She lacked the energy to argue over details.

Still, this long-forgotten husband-and-wife dynamic felt deeply unsettling.

Slowly and stiffly, she changed clothes, dried her hair, and leaned against the wall as she made her way toward the door.

The fever and shock had left her legs weak.

The moment she stepped out, she saw Ryan leaning against the doorframe.

Rose blinked in surprise.

He hadn’t left?

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