Bright's expression was cold and solemn, his eyes like a dark abyss; his gaze was like countless silk
threads bound on Rose, which made her feel as if she couldn't breathe.
Even Jane, who was on the side, did not dare to move.
"Officers, thank you." Rose did not dare to answer his question directly and quickly changed the
subject.
"It's fine, as long as the child is okay." The officer smiled lightly.
"Wait..."
"Is there something else, Miss Linder?" The officer asked.
Rose couldn't think of anything for a while, then she said, "Since this was just a misunderstanding, do I
still need to go to the police station for any procedures?"
"No need." The officer said and left.
"They’re gone, no need to keep looking." Bright said as Rose still longingly gazed at the police’s backs.
Rose felt frozen in place by Bright's cold stare.
"Good, then I'll check on Doris." Rose evaded.
As soon as she turned around, Bright grabbed her wrist, "Answer my question."
"I..." Rose struggled. She didn't want Bright to know that Doris was her daughter, and she especially
didn't want him to find out that Doris was also his daughter.
"Mr. Lee, I want to drink milk now, can you buy it for me?" At the moment of Rose’s need, a soft voice
chimed in with a request; it was so sweet that no one could refuse.
Bright especially couldn’t refuse Doris; he looked at her cute little face and said, "Right away."
"Thank you; my mom and aunt must be thirsty too; could you buy some water? And I want to eat fruits;
apples, bananas, strawberries..." Doris escalated her demands.
After she finished listing her requests, she pointed her index fingers on her cheek and smiled at Bright.
Even Bright knew that Doris was doing this to drive him away from questioning Rose, but he still
couldn’t bear to refuse, "Okay."
Bright’s stare set on Rose again, as he said with a serious tone, "Stay until I return; if you dare to run
away...I’ll still find you at the end of the day."
These were not threats nor intimidation, but the truth.
Rose felt tiny in front of Bright.
"Did you hear me?" Seeing that she didn't respond, he asked again.
Rose could only nod, and Bright let go of her hand, his sharp eyes still frightened her.
Since he felt that Rose would comply, Bright turned and left.
Such a dignified president now became an errand boy for a five-year-old child; if word got out,
everyone would either call Bright a laughingstock or be envious of Doris.
After confirming Bright had really left, Rose and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was scary." Jane exhaled and patted her chest with her hands; that sharp gaze could make
people fall down in minutes.
"There are scarier parts you don’t know about." Rose patted Jane's shoulder to comfort her.
Jane turned her face to Rose and narrowed her eyes, "Oh, like what parts?"
Rose was stunned for a moment, and then saw a sly look in Jane's eyes.
She stretched out her hand and pushed Jane's forehead with her index finger, "What are you thinking
about, you pervert!"
"You two had a baby after just doing it once; he must be pretty good in that area." Jane lowered her
voice down so that only they could hear.
"Stop speaking nonsense, my daughter’s right there." Rose became flushed with shyness.
"She can't hear us." Jane assured.
"I don't want to talk to you." She bypassed Jane and walked over to Doris.
As she met Rose's gaze, Doris obediently said, "Mom, I was wrong."
"Do you know how worried we were? What if you were really taken away by a bad guy?" Rose said
lovingly and with authority, "Do you know? I don’t want to lose you."
Doris nodded heavily, "I know, just like I can't lose my mother."
Rose smiled and stretched out to hold Doris’s hands, whose big eyes were full of guilt, which made her
mother sad.
"I'll go back and write a letter of repent."
"You better."
This was the rule between the mother-daughter pair; if they made a mistake, they must write a letter of
repentance.
"You better think about what to say when he gets back," Jane stepped forward, "I don't think he will give
up until he gets an answer. Rose, what are you going to do?"
Rose was silent; she didn't know what to do.
How did things end like this?
"I have an idea." Doris's eyes lit up.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Jane gave her a thumbs up, "I never expected that the dignified and powerful
Mr. Lee would listen to Doris so obediently. So..."
"Mr. Lee sure has the potential to be a servant for his daughter." Jane whispered closely into Rose's
ear.
After a while, Bright returned with two big bags filled with fruits, water and milk.
"What do you want to eat? I will give it to you." Bright asked while putting down the bags.
"I want to drink milk."
Bright took out a carton of milk, put a straw in, and handed it to Doris, like a loving father who devoted
his undivided attention onto his daughter.
No, he was a loving father.
"Drink slowly, there’s still more."
After she drank all the milk, Doris wanted to eat strawberries; Bright didn't even have time to question
Rose.
Faced with Doris’s demands, Bright was not impatient at all; in fact, he enjoyed it.
Rose watched Bright's stern face soften over Doris, and her eyes filled with pain.
It was clear that Bright truly cared for Doris. Maybe it was due to the bond in their blood that made
them meet.
"Okay, rest and eat later, or you’ll overstuff yourself." Although Bright doted on Doris, he did not spoil
her to no end.
"The drip is over, I’m sleepy and want to go back." Doris took a glance at the drip and yawned at the
right time.
Rose called for a nurse to pull out the needle.
"Take it easy, don't mess up." Bright reminded the nurse before she pulled out the needle.
"I'm not afraid of pain." Doris said bravely.
With Bright present, the nurse didn’t dare to make the slightest mistake, and she became more
cautious.
Then Bright picked up Doris, "Let's go, I’ll take you back to the hotel."
Bright drove as Rose and Jane sat in the back seat. In the cramped space, coupled with Bright’s
dominating presence, no one dared to talk much; only Doris was at ease.
When they arrived at the hotel, Bright sent the three of them to the hotel room.
"Thank you, Mr. Bright, we ladies are going to rest now." Doris did not give Bright the opportunity to
question Rose.
Bright waved at Doris, then turned to Rose, and the smile in his eyes were gradually replaced by
coldness.
The look in his eyes seemed to say to her: You can run, but you can’t hide.
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