The women looked at Rose and Rolan standing beside her, murmuring among themselves.
"Look, he's so handsome! And she's so pretty. Her face is flawless. Why does her hair look so healthy?"
As Rose and Rolan passed, a smirk tugged at the corner of Rolan's lips.
"See? Those girls think I'm handsome. They might take me away from you," he teased, his eyes fixed on Rose, waiting for her reaction.
Rose rolled her eyes, unwilling to entertain his arrogance, but then she controlled herself and turned to him with a sly smile.
"You were never mine. They're free to take you away for all I care."
Rolan's smirk faded instantly. The tables had turned—now she was the one smiling.
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The two buildings looked very different from what Rose had seen before. It was no longer just an empty space—it now resembled a professional film company. The once-abandoned corner had transformed into a modern masterpiece, yet it still held the charm of an old Gothic estate.
