Standing there in the garden, looking around, Rose suddenly caught Rolan staring at her.
Her heart raced with an unstable beat as their gazes locked.
Her pulse quickened, and awkward beads of sweat began forming on her forehead.
She knew she was done for.
She was finished. There was no point in denying that Tobi was her son anymore—she had already exposed herself completely.
Rose wondered why he was looking at her like that. It seemed as if her lie had already been uncovered. That was clear, but that didn't give Rolan the right to look at her with such accusatory eyes, as if she had done something wrong.
Rolan placed his hand in his pocket, raising a brow at her, his lips curving into a smirk that resembled a sneer—yet it made him look undeniably attractive.
"Oh? You said he's not your son, right? That he's Zara's? But I've never once seen Zara with him."