The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 110

Chapter 110: He finally asked
“Why is the reason you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you?” Rolan looks at Rose and questions. She was helpless and in the bed—Rolan had sneaked into her room.

Her eyes shift, biting her lips with resentment building in. The answer to that question she wasn’t going to say to him. He should be clueless of the mistake he had done in her past life—his betrayal. He betrayed her for her sister. The answer to that, she wouldn’t give him.

“Look at me when I ask you this… I want to be able to read your lies if you are lying to me. I want to be able to read it all,” Rolan says, his breath heavy, his eyes piercing hers, his intense gaze making her uncomfortable.

“I would have hit you right now if I wasn’t crippled,” Rose gritted her teeth, saying bitterly. She wiggled her wrist, trying to escape from Rolan’s hold that captured her.

Rolan smiles, seeing how hard she struggles against his hold. “You are quite stubborn. You don’t want to say the truth. Say the truth to me—why did you run away from me ten years ago? I want to know it. All of it.”

He really wanted to know all of it—why she left him without caring for him, just going. She was his wife. He had the right to know everything before she left him without coming back, but instead came back with a child…

About Rose’s child, he carried out his investigation. His gut feeling had been telling him that the kid was his. It is his kid. Rose was just lying to him and deceiving him, but the DNA test results always kept proving that Tobi wasn’t his son, even though he was so sure of it. That left him disappointed. He hoped to be the boy’s father… mostly for his selfish reason—so he could be with Rose.

“Rose, won’t you confess?” Rolan says, almost as if giving up. He didn’t want to say this the last time. He prayed she would just confess and tell him the truth.

“You are clearly being unreasonable right now, Rolan. I’m keeping no secret from you. That boy is not your son, so forget about my son. You will never be his father.” Her voice carried haughtiness, her chest weaving in unstable rhythm. Today, she couldn’t understand why Rolan decided to corner her, questioning her about things he wasn’t so interested in—except her. What he wanted was Rose.

She paused, her lips trembling. He was too close, his breath was very heavy on her. If only he could let go and keep his distance, she could breathe and have space to tell more lies—but Rolan was blocking her. She was helpless on the bed, like a missionary.

Rose could only resort to one way she thought she could escape him.

“If you don’t get out of my room, I’ll scream and call Zara!”

Yes, Zara was the one who could teach him a lesson. She wasn’t a wolf, but she could be more fierce than a wolf—and she was her best friend. Only her best friend could protect her from this situation.

“Naughty,” Rolan says, getting off Rose as she expected he would.

“How shameless of you to threaten me with Zara.” He doesn’t want to face the trouble of Rose’s friends. He was scared that because of her, he would be kept away from Rose for days, weeks—even months. That woman can do it, Rolan was sure.

“Let me spend time in your room. We could talk about the past, about you and I?”

“You and I?” Rose muttered, looking at him, eyes widened in shock. She never expected the shift in conversation. About the past… the past that hurt her most. She wasn’t ready to talk about it, especially not with the person that hurt her the most. She’d rather go to bed and fall asleep than talk about anything with Rolan.

“Your expression says that you don’t want to talk about it. Is that right?” Rolan smirked, shaking his head like he had seen that coming.

“Yes, I don’t want to talk about it or anything with you. If you forgot, Mr. Rolan, you hated me. Then what happened? You were disgusted with me. Then why are you suddenly chasing me?” Rose spoke with a smooth firmness in her voice. Her eyes stared at him with coldness. Rolan paused, his lips caught off guard by how she was looking at him.

“Rose…” he called in a breath, but then he said nothing else.

“What do you like?” He changed the topic and asked another question.

“What I like?”

“Funny you don’t know,” Rose replied, her voice carrying small laughter.

Deep down, she felt sad in her heart. Rolan never cared for her. He was cold. She had been seeking his love, always turning to him, but she was nothing to him all along. He only cared about himself, not her.

What was so funny for her was that he kept pushing her in this life, but yet he didn’t know what she liked and didn’t like.

“It was a joke,” Rolan spoke, catching her off guard. His hand found her hair, ruffling it. She couldn’t understand his actions.

“You are driving me nutty, Rolan,” Rose gritted her teeth, the sadness in her voice heavy. It showed how she had given up on having any conversations with him. She just let go of everything.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Rolan said, laying on her bed, making himself more comfortable in the space. His hand was over his head on the pillow. He looked so relaxed.

Rose wanted to react, move up to drag him off her bed, but she looked at her legs. She was crippled. She could do nothing. She felt so helpless. Never had she felt this helpless in her life.

“Lie down. Don’t stare at me in ew.”

Rolan spoke, bringing Rose’s attention to him. She was lost in her thoughts, her eyes not on him but bothered by something else.

“You are taking advantage of me, Rolan,” she spat, gritting her teeth, giving up, falling her head into the bed.

Rolan smirked seeing this.

“I thought you were going to be stubborn all day and not go to bed.”

Rolan chuckled, adding another say. With this, Rose turned to glare at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, seeing that her emotions were growing thin. Rose closed her eyes like she had no response to him.

As the night came, it was totally dark. Rose’s eyes were tightly closed; she was asleep. But Rolan was experiencing something.

His hands held the sheets tightly.

He found himself in a dark room. It had no furniture; it was just the room and nothing else. Rolan paused his lips, looking at the place with furrowed eyes.

“Where is this?” he asked himself, surveying the room more with his eyes.

His eyes soon spotted a door. Paranormally, his eyes moved to the door, and he found himself transported there.

His feet shook unstably on the ground. Raising his head high, Rolan’s eyes met with the scene of Rose being tied to a chair with tape on her mouth and a bomb remote control in a man’s hand.

His eyes widened.

His fist instinct kicked in to attack the man and free Rose later.

But then, when he made his action, his hand went through the man.

He stopped, looking at his hand, not believing the weird phenomenon that had just occurred again.

That didn’t matter now. Rolan shifted to Rose, who was tied there.

He moved to her in fury, trying to free her from the ropes that bound her. But Rose looked at him with hatred.

“I died because of you.” Her lips were taped, so she wasn’t speaking. He was hearing her thoughts—he could hear her thoughts.

“Dead? When did Rose die?”

Rolan couldn’t understand. His confusion just grew. He really couldn’t figure out when Rose died.

This was not real. His Rose was still alive, standing strong.

“What’s this? It must be an illusion.”

That’s it—Rolan decided in his heart that everything wasn’t real but fake. But then, before his eyes, he saw the man with the remote pressing it. Rolan’s eyes went wide.

Before the man could complete his action, Rolan moved to take the remote away from him. But then the explosion rang out.

The man had pressed the remote control. The fire enveloped the place.

Rolan bashed his eyes open, looking at the place. He was still on the bed with nothing. There was sweat on his forehead. He still couldn’t understand the dream that he just had or what it was about.

His eyes shifted to Rose, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Her face was calm; the lights cascaded down on her face.

Her chest was beating with rhythm. He could hear her stable heartbeat.

“Rose,” he called, only to himself… A strange sadness that he could not understand was building up in his heart.

“What was the meaning of all this?” he said, only to himself again.