Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 The Fireworks She Chose Not to Watch

On the drive back to the hotel from the private dining restaurant, Jordan made countless WhatsApp video calls to Rose.

Without exception, every single call went unanswered.

Being stood up by a woman was a first for him.

Every woman he had ever met had gone out of her way to please him.

Except Rose.

She had left him hanging for an entire hour.

Jordan stepped out of the car, his handsome face clouded with anger, and strode toward the hotel with long, purposeful strides.

He suspected he had been too accommodating.

Too patient.

And that was exactly why Rose felt comfortable provoking him like this.

Tonight, he had no intention of maintaining his gentlemanly, slow-and-steady approach.

As he stepped out of the elevator, he happened to run into Samantha exiting the elevator on the opposite side.

She wore a dark green, deep-V, strapless evening gown that hugged her waist perfectly.

The high slit revealed glimpses of her long legs as she walked.

Jordan’s gaze naturally fell on her.

She was beautiful.

And undeniably alluring.

It was obvious she had a date tonight.

Yet looking at Samantha dressed this way stirred no romantic feelings in him.

Instead, he found himself imagining what Rose would look like in the same dress.

The thought spread through his mind like wildfire.

Raising a hand, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Samantha noticed him and smiled gently. "Mr. Dutch, weren’t you supposed to meet Rose tonight? Did everything go well between you two?"

Her gaze carefully studied him.

There were no signs whatsoever of a passionate evening.

Only then did she narrow her eyes slightly.

"Yes. I’m going to see her now."

Jordan offered no further explanation.

After all, being stood up wasn’t exactly something worth advertising.

A faint light flickered in Samantha’s eyes. "You’re going to her room now? Did Rose ask you to come?"

Had Rose really invited Jordan upstairs?

Jordan continued walking without slowing down. "Mm."

Samantha watched his retreating figure and leisurely followed after him.

*****

The doorbell rang again.

And again.

Each ring grew more urgent than the last.

The persistence reflected the visitor’s increasingly foul mood.

Instinctively, Rose tightened her grip on the box containing the small-leaf rosewood pendant.

For some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

Too much had happened today.

Margaret’s sudden phone call.

Ryan’s insistence that she play along with his birthday charade.

Amid all the chaos, she had completely forgotten to contact Jordan.

No wonder her temples were throbbing.

Rose glanced toward Ryan.

He remained seated across from her, calm and composed as ever.

Not even the relentless ringing seemed to affect him.

Tilting his head slightly, he simply watched her.

Rose stood up, picked up the box, and walked into the suite.

Regardless of whether she liked Jordan or not, she knew she had handled the situation poorly.

She had failed to show up for their appointment.

That much was undeniable.

Instead of opening the door immediately, she checked the security camera feed.

To her surprise, it wasn’t just Jordan standing outside.

Samantha was there as well.

Jordan’s expression was grim, his jaw clenched tightly.

A wave of frustration washed over Rose.

What kind of situation was this?

She was trapped.

Ryan was currently inside her suite.

Opening the door would completely change the situation.

For one thing, the Knight family had always made it clear that she was never to reveal her identity as Mrs. Knight or expose any scandal involving the family.

Secondly—

She no longer wanted any connection to Ryan whatsoever.

As she stood there thinking—

Samantha’s voice drifted through the intercom. "Mr. Dutch, Rose may still be in the shower. Please be patient and give her a little more time."

Jordan finally glanced at her. "Miss Hill, you don’t live on this floor, do you?"

Samantha smiled. "The hotel told me the rooftop would have the best view of tonight’s fireworks, so I came up early. The viewing area is upstairs, and this floor is the only way to access it."

She paused.

Then added softly, "I already made plans with Ryan tonight..."

She left the rest unsaid.

But the faint blush coloring her cheeks spoke volumes.

Rose heard every word clearly.

Looking at Samantha’s revealing evening gown on the screen, the implication couldn’t have been more obvious.

So Ryan really did have plans with Samantha tonight.

No wonder he knew exactly when the fireworks would begin.

Rose couldn’t help laughing at herself.

She had unknowingly squeezed herself into the middle of Ryan’s date with the woman he loved.

Even the fireworks she had been invited to watch were merely leftovers from their evening together.

Ryan truly was impressive.

His time-management skills deserved applause.

The birthday dinner.

The flowers.

The fireworks.

It had all been for appearances.

If she had actually believed Ryan was spending her birthday with her, he probably would have disappeared halfway through the evening to meet Samantha.

Fortunately, she had never expected anything in the first place.

Which was why she could remain perfectly calm now.

"What are you standing there daydreaming about?"

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Rose turned.

Ryan stood there, his gaze lowered.

After glancing at her, he looked toward the security screen.

Jordan clearly had no intention of leaving.

Unless someone opened the door, he would likely remain there all night.

Inside or outside—

The moment that door opened, everything would change.

After a moment’s thought, Rose spoke directly. "Hide somewhere. Go wait in the bedroom for a while."

She had no desire for their former marriage to become public knowledge after the divorce.

Mrs. Knight? She wasn’t that person anymore.

The less connection she had to Ryan, the better.

Rose’s tone was calm. Matter-of-fact.

So calm, in fact, that Ryan briefly felt as though he were the secret lover she had been hiding from her husband.

His dark eyes settled on her for a long moment.

Rose wasn’t oblivious to the pressure in his gaze.

Someone like Ryan, with his pride and status, naturally wouldn’t appreciate such a situation.

She pointed toward the screen.

Trying to reason with him, she said, "Your sweetheart is waiting outside. If she sees us together, she’ll be heartbroken for weeks. And I doubt you’ll be able to comfort her easily. Besides, you don’t want Jordan finding out she’s the woman who replaced your brother, do you?"

More importantly, Ryan and Samantha had a date tonight.

If they ended up arguing because of this, she refused to take responsibility.

Ryan studied her composed expression. "You really have my best interests at heart."

His voice was indifferent.

And he made no move to leave.

Rose was beginning to lose track of his intentions.

What exactly was Ryan trying to do?

Wasn’t he worried about their relationship being exposed?

Before she could think further, a hotel staff member hurried over.

"Mr. Dutch, your car has been scratched. You’ll need to come downstairs to handle it."

Jordan’s expression darkened even further.

After knocking once more, he reluctantly turned away.

Rose immediately looked toward Ryan.

Such a coincidence?

She didn’t believe it.

Suddenly, she understood.

Ryan hadn’t refused to hide because he didn’t care about exposing their relationship.

He hadn’t been worried because he had already arranged everything.

The entire situation had been under control from the beginning.

Rose couldn’t help tugging at the corner of her lips.

She had underestimated him.

How could Ryan ever allow Samantha to be exposed as the other woman?

He always planned several steps ahead.

Always handled things flawlessly.

The crisis disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

Relieved, Rose finally exhaled.

Then she noticed Ryan typing a WhatsApp message.

Outside the door, Samantha immediately smiled and turned away.

Rose no longer cared what they had been discussing.

Holding the rosewood pendant box against her chest, she said, "I’ll handle Grandma. Don’t worry about it. You can leave now."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked back into the master bedroom.

The only thing that mattered tonight was that her grandmother’s heirloom had finally returned to her.

She didn’t know why Samantha had been willing to give up the pendant.

Perhaps she had simply grown tired of it.

And Ryan had returned it as casually as though it were worthless.

But to Rose, it was priceless.

She held it carefully in her palm.

Like a precious treasure.

At that moment, the clock struck 9:13.

Outside the window, brilliant colors exploded across the night sky.

The darkness instantly lit up like daytime.

Rose watched for several silent seconds.

Then she picked up the remote control.

The curtains slowly slid shut.

Blocking out the dazzling fireworks completely.

She had no interest in accepting scraps of someone else’s affection.

And she certainly had no desire to watch fireworks with Ryan and Samantha—the loving couple everyone seemed so eager to admire.