Tobi smiled, jiggling into the house with Rose. Rolan was walking behind them with a neutral, cold expression. Rose had almost forgotten his presence and just wanted to close the door shut when a large hand blocked it, stopping her from closing it. She turned her gaze, meeting Rolan's cold expression.
Rose raised a brow as if asking him what he wanted.
"I am not invited in?" he said, his voice as cold as ice, his gaze trailing to the small Tobi, as if suspecting that Tobi would throw a tantrum at any moment—and Rose would not allow him to stay.
As he suspected, Rose caught Tobi's sleeve, saying in a mischievous, small voice, "Mummy, Uncle can't stay if you don't want him to stay with us."
Rolan clenched his fist and glared at Tobi. This small little brat—he always liked to spoil his plans. Veins were almost popping out from his forehead, but he had to act decent because Rose was in front of him.
