Chapter 343

Even if just to settle accounts for the sake of her only daughter from her past life.

When Kieran returned to his residence outside the city, dawn was breaking – 5:30 AM.

Rose hadn’t slept all night, sitting alone in the living room. The lights remained on. The moment Kieran entered, he saw Rose on the sofa.

Noticing her thin nightgown, Kieran’s brow instinctively furrowed. He walked over barefoot, grabbed the throw blanket from the couch, and draped it over Rose’s shoulders. “Why didn’t you rest in your room?” he murmured.

Rose’s face was pale, her eyes fixed intently on Kieran.

“Kieran…”

Kieran adjusted the blanket around her shoulders and gave a low hum of acknowledgment.

Rose threw her arms around him, burying her face against his chest, her voice muffled.

“Kieran, I waited all night for you… waited and waited…”

Kieran placed his hand firmly over her shoulder. “I’m back now,” he said quietly.

Rose raised her face, her eyes charming and pitiful: “Hmm, it’s good that you’re back.”

Kieran lowered his eyelids, saw the dark circles under Rose’s eyes, and gently pushed her shoulder: “Go get some rest first.”

Rose held onto Kieran’s hand: “I want you to stay with me all the time.”

Years of a stable biological clock made Kieran, even after running around all night, still wake up on time at eight o’clock.

When he woke up, his neck was a bit sore; he raised his hand and rubbed it, his brow furrowed with a bit of impatient morning grumpiness, and opened his eyes.

It was his own room, except he hadn’t been sleeping in bed. He’d dozed off half-propped against the headboard, one leg stretched across the mattress while the other rested on the floor. His head had remained tilted against the wall all night without shifting, leaving his neck stiff and sore.

Kieran slowly blinked away the grogginess.

He looked down at Roschelle Whitaker still asleep beside him, nestled under the covers.

His arm lay trapped beneath the duvet. Gently, he tried sliding it free.

For hours earlier, no matter how he coaxed her, Rose had refused to release his hand, insisting he stay.

Exhausted from the night’s turmoil, he hadn’t argued, eventually drifting off against the headboard.

Now her grip had loosened in sleep. He withdrew his hand effortlessly without waking her.

Kieran stood by the bed, massaging his temples before grabbing his phone. Wallace Argent’s message glared from the screen:

[Come to the Argent’s villa when you wake. We need to talk.]

Kieran’s long fingers tapped: [On my way.]

After replying to work messages, he headed to the ensuite bathroom to freshen up.

Breakfast passed with Rose still sleeping peacefully.

Kieran reminded the housekeeper: “Heat her meal when she wakes.”

“Yes, sir,” the housekeeper smiled. “You’ve told me many times already.”

She noted how the pregnant mistress always slept past ten nowadays. Mr. Argent’s repeated instructions were unnecessary – she’d long memorized the routine. Breakfast would be served precisely when the lady awoke. Without fail.

Kieran nodded and left.

The Argent’s Villa

Wallace Argent studied his grandson’s impassive expression across the tea table. Chuckling dryly, he sipped his tea. “Alarieka didn’t follow you back, I presume?”

Kieran gave a noncommittal hum, as though Alarieka barely spared a thought.

Exactly the attitude his grandson should maintain toward that woman. Satisfaction glimmered in Wallace’s eyes. “Since she’s gone, focus on what matters. Cherish the one you have now.”

Both knew precisely who “the one” referred to.

Another acknowledging hum from Kieran.

Wallace added, “Incidentally, I released your surveillance team this morning. They should’ve reported in.”

The men Kieran had assigned to track Alarieka.

“I saw the update,” Kieran replied flatly.

Chapter 344