Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid

Chapter 129: Chapter 129 The Woman Who Was Asked to Leave

Mathew’s voice carried unmistakable authority.

Loud enough that nearly everyone nearby heard him clearly.

A wave of surprise swept through the room as people turned to look in confusion.

For a moment, Samantha thought she had misheard him. The gentle smile on her face froze.

“What?”

Even Rose looked puzzled.

The old man was clearly asking Samantha to leave. What had she done to offend him?

Today was his grand birthday celebration. No matter what had happened, it should have been handled privately.

Being asked to leave in front of everyone...

It completely stripped Samantha of her dignity.

Mathew paid no attention to the reactions around him.

“Manager Park, arrange a car to take this young lady home.”

Of course, he had no intention of revealing the real reason.

This involved the Knight family’s private affairs.

If Samantha’s status as a mistress were exposed, it would damage the Knight family’s reputation, affect its stock price, and create unnecessary public scrutiny.

For families at their level, reputation management was everything.

This wasn’t merely an ordinary case of infidelity—it had real business consequences.

Samantha forced herself to remain composed.

She understood now that Mathew was likely upset because he had discovered the truth about his lifesaver.

Since nothing had been said publicly, she couldn’t ask questions or appear overly concerned.

Keeping her posture rigid, she smiled politely.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Brown. I have an urgent family matter that requires my attention. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to stay until the end of the celebration. Please forgive me.”

The moment she spoke, the tension in the room eased.

So it wasn’t that she had been kicked out after all.

She simply had somewhere else to be.

Turning to Ryan, Samantha smiled gently.

“Ryan, stay and celebrate Mr. Brown’s birthday properly. Don’t worry about me. You don’t need to accompany me.”

Her intentions were perfectly clear.

It wasn’t that Ryan refused to leave with her.

She was simply being considerate and understanding.

Who wouldn’t praise her for having both status and confidence?

Ryan clearly understood what Samantha was trying to do.

He gave a slight nod. “I’ll have someone escort you.”

He was giving her a graceful way out.

Nor did he publicly question Mathew about what had happened.

Clearly, he was helping Samantha save face.

Although Rose didn’t know the full story, she could tell that Ryan had sensed something was wrong and had deliberately chosen not to pursue it.

How considerate.

As Samantha walked past Rose, she shot her a dark, resentful look.

If Rose hadn’t insisted on showing up—and doing so conspicuously—none of this would have happened.

Rose was completely baffled.

Had she offended Samantha again?

Mathew paid Samantha no further attention.

Instead, he turned toward Rose and spoke kindly.

“Sit at this table. Don’t be shy.”

Then he looked at Ryan. “Ryan, please look after the young lady.”

Clearly, the old man had no idea what their actual relationship was.

He even made a point of reminding him.

Only then did Ryan lift his head, a faint smile touching his lips.

“Of course.”

Rose: “...”

Some people looked dependable on the surface.

In reality, they were cold-hearted.

Completely untrustworthy.

Mathew couldn’t stay and chat forever.

Soon, he was called away again.

Rose could feel the subtle stares directed at her, as though she had somehow come out on top.

Keeping an eye on Ryan, she frowned.

“Take it off.”

She was referring to the brooch.

Even if Samantha had chosen it for him, now that Samantha was gone, what was the point of continuing to wear it?

Ryan poured her a cup of floral tea and slid it across the table.

“We’ve already attracted enough attention. Taking it off now would only draw more.”

Rose found herself speechless.

He wasn’t wrong.

After all, everyone had just witnessed Samantha claim she picked it out for him.

Keeping it on was practically proof of his unwavering devotion.

Halfway through the banquet, Oliver stopped by.

“Where’s Sam?”

“She had something to take care of at home,” Ryan replied casually.

Oliver nodded.

Then he glanced at Rose and gave her a strange smile.

Rose frowned.

The look in his eyes suggested she had done something outrageous.

She had no idea what he meant.

*****

The birthday banquet was lavish.

Mathew spent most of the evening socializing with guests.

After having a few drinks, he became slightly tipsy and was eventually escorted back to his room.

The hotel had prepared accommodations for guests traveling from out of town.

Each table corresponded to a set of room keys.

No one needed to rush home.

Rose naturally had a room assigned as well.

Rain had begun falling outside, and the drive back to the city would take more than two hours.

Traveling at night wasn’t worth the risk.

She decided to stay.

Taking her room key, she headed upstairs.

But the moment she reached her door, she saw Ryan.

He stood leaning against the wall beside it.

Moonlight filtered through the windows, reflecting off the rain outside.

For a moment, his deep eyes seemed to hold a trace of something thoughtful.

Yet when he looked at her, there was nothing there but calm detachment.

Her gaze inevitably drifted to the brooch pinned to his chest.

The matching piece.

The one Samantha had supposedly chosen for him.

The irony was bitter.

Ryan had clearly come looking for her.

After a brief hesitation, Rose asked, “Don’t you have your own room?”

Ryan raised his phone. “Grandma wants a video call.”

Rose glanced at the screen.

The matriarch was probably worried.

Without another word, she swiped her key card and opened the door.

Ryan answered the call.

“Where’s Rose?”

“She’s here.”

Naturally, Ryan turned the camera toward her.

Rose had long since given up trying to understand Margaret.

All she could do was maintain a polite smile.

“Grandma.”

Margaret surveyed the room and smiled in satisfaction.

“Since it’s raining tonight, don’t bother going anywhere. Stay there and get some rest. Think of it as a date night. It’ll be more exciting than sitting at home.”

“Don’t worry,” Ryan replied patiently.

Knowing her grandson well, Margaret added, “Spend some quality time with Rose tonight. This hotel is famous for its red wine. Since you’re already there, you might as well enjoy yourselves.”

The call ended.

Rose still couldn’t understand it.

Why was Margaret so determined to have her give the Knight family a child?

It wasn’t as though she were the only woman capable of doing so.

There had to be a reason.

She just hadn’t figured it out yet.

“Go back to work,” Rose said casually.

After all, Samantha had already been sent away.

If Ryan hadn’t been forced to stay for the banquet, he probably would have gone after her long ago.

She was practically giving him an excuse.

Only then did Ryan slowly lift his gaze to hers.

His expression remained calm.

“Work on what?”

After a pause, he asked quietly, “And where exactly would you like me to go?”

Rose found herself speechless.

Did she really have to spell it out for him?

Or did he genuinely not understand?

A knock sounded at the door.

Rose walked over and opened it.

A hotel waiter stood outside, pushing a food cart.

“Ms. Bennett, this is our signature dish—pan-seared foie gras with kiwi jam. And this bottle is our exclusive house red wine, made from a proprietary recipe.”

Rose frowned. “I didn’t order anything.”

The waiter smiled as he stepped inside and lit the scented candles arranged around the room.

“It was ordered for this suite. Please enjoy.”

Then he quickly excused himself.

Ryan adapted to the situation far faster than she did.

He glanced at the wine.

Its delicate aroma had already begun filling the room.

Picking up a glass, he took a small sip.

“It’s excellent.”

Then he looked at Rose. “Want to try some?”

Rose couldn’t quite read his attitude.

How could he not realize that Margaret was deliberately trying to set the mood?

She had no interest in participating.

Setting her purse on the nightstand, she waved him away again.

“No, thank you. Drink it yourself.”

Then she added, “And leave when you’re finished.”

Silence lingered in the room.

A moment later, Ryan’s slightly husky voice broke it.

“Rose—”