Come on Daddy!

Speaking of Sky, Sophie felt guilty. Yes, she got her love and marriage through deceiving others.
She just didn't want to admit that. She had lived a happy life these past five years. But now Rose came back and that would be
interrupted.
She was jealous that Rose could easily get Sky's love. But she could only watch them in silence.
She felt unfair. She wanted to stay with her lover happily too.
"Rose, I just fought for my happiness. What did I do wrong? Why did you come back after five years? I could let you leave five
years ago, and I could do that again now. Don't be cocky!” Sophie wouldn't give up so easily.
"From now on I will get back what you owe me little by little. This bedroom is the first one. Let’s wait and see. You will have
nothing left in the end." Rose had been preparing for a long war.
"Then we'll see who gets the last laugh." Sophie gave Rose a hard stare. Then she grabbed her windbreaker and turned around.
"At least I wasn't the one who got thrown out today." Rose said with a smile as she looked after Sophie.
Rose was so angry that she didn't turn back and walked away faster.
When Sophie left, Rose was the only person left in the large and quiet bedroom.
Rose got up from her armchair and went to the window. Standing on the balcony, she looked out into the night. The breeze
stirred her hair, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the rare moment of relief.
"A wise man should have lost his innocence..." A melodious song rang from the mobile phone.
Rose took out her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown number, but it gave her a sense of familiarity.
"Hello, this is Rose, who are you?"
"Bright Lee." The person answered coldly.
At that time Rose thought of the message Bright had sent. She shivered slightly and squeezed the phone, "Mr. Lee."
"It is very difficult to invite you." Bright sneered.

"Mr. Lee, I have just come back to my family. My grandmother wanted me to accompany her. How can I turn down her request? I
hope you can understand." Rose told the truth.
What’s more, Bright should not blame her for she didn’t promise to go.
"So, are you free now?" Bright showed patience.
"It's half past ten. I will go to bed. You should rest early, too. I will bring you breakfast tomorrow morning as an apology." Rose
said in an intelligent way.
"I waited till now for you. Do you think the breakfast can compensate me?" Bright had never waited for others. It seemed that he
didn’t want to forgive Rose.
Rose bit her lips, complaining that Bright was a difficult man.
She didn’t let Bright keep waiting. But it seemed that she must take responsibility.
"What else do you want besides breakfast, Mr. Lee? I'll do my best." Rose carefully responded. She didn’t want to bother Bright,
because that would cause a lot of trouble for her.
"Come to me right now." Bright spoke in a non-negotiable tone.
"Mr. Lee, you call tell the urgent thing on the phone. I'm listening carefully." Rose took a deep breath, holding back her anger as it
piled up.
"I like to talk face to face. I'm downstairs in your house." What Bright said surprised Rose.
Rose watched carefully toward the door on the balcony.
It was dark and rainy outside. And the trees were slightly shaking. Rose could not see clearly.
"Mr. Lee, you must be joking." Rose got a bit nervous.
"Go downstairs now. I'll give you three minutes. Otherwise I would come up directly." Bright said in a serious tone and didn’t give
Rose other choice.
Rose knew she had nowhere to go. Whether Bright was actually outside the villa or not, she didn't dare risk letting him in.

Why was it that, the more she rejected being close to him, the more they were entangled? Rose couldn’t think of the answer.
"Wait a moment. I have to change." She had to compromise.
"I don't mind if you wear a nightdress." Bright smiled deliberately on the line.
What a rascal!
Rose swore in secrecy, as she hastily washed her face and left gracefully.
She left as fast as she could and stood under the street lights, looking for Bright.
A few meters away, headlights flickered under the shadow of a tree. Rose trotted to stand beside the black Mercedes.
Bright rolled down the car window. Part of his attractive face was hidden in the shadow.
"Get in." Bright said in a faint voice with a little warmth.
Rose hesitated for a second and sat in the car. She had no right to reject it. Bright then told Bill to drive.
"Mr. Lee, it’s so late, where are we going now?" Rose felt a bit nervous and instinctively reached for his wrist.
Bright looked down and stared at Rose’s hand that held the wrist.
Rose immediately took out her hand and apologized, "Sorry."
Bright took a white towel out and threw it on Rose's head. "Why don't you take an umbrella when it rains? Do you want me to feel
pitiful, seeing you make a mess of myself?"
"Yes. Then please let me go back to sleep." Rose took the towel and wiped water from her long hair.
"You kept me waiting for an hour and a half. I haven’t scolded you. But you have already pretended to be sorry." Bright looked
sideways at her misty face. Her face looked soft and flawless. "You should make it up to me." Bright said.
"But I said I will buy you breakfast tomorrow."
"Not enough."
"So, what do you want?"

"Stay in the hotel with me."
"..."
Rose clutched the towel on her hand, flustered inside.
"Mr. Lee, this isn't appropriate."
"It's ok to stay in your house together."
Rose was about to swear, but she told herself to calm down.
Bright was not kidding. He took her to the hotel. Rose wanted to run away but was pulled into the elevator.
"Am I so terrible?" Bright raised his eyebrows.
"Mr. Lee, forgive me." Rose looked at him dejectedly and pleaded.
"Behave yourself. I may think about it." Bright walked out of the elevator first when it reached.
After struggling, Rose obediently followed him to room 1888.
Bright Lee swiped the room card. After entering the room, Bright took off his suit and put it on the back of the sofa. He sat down
gracefully.
Rose stood across from him. There was a tea table between them.
"Go take a shower first. I'll wait for you here." He gently untied the top two buttons of his white shirt. And he looked comfortable
and poised.