"Dore, wake up, hey, you've overslept. Don't let me douse you with cold water."
A soft voice whispered, provoking the gray eyes that were closed... to open slowly. Beautiful. One word that could turn the peaceful thumping in the chest into a nameless loud knock. Theo rose to take a cautious stance. The look of gray just like his was as foreign as pain. For the second time in as many years, the woman appeared wearing the most peaceful smile of the last seen. Why? "Dara?" "Yes, it's me." The light touch on the skin of Theo's cheek froze him in place. He studied Dara's beautiful face for a long time. He couldn't say anything, other than his eyes turning red. "Did you miss me, Brother?" Theo nodded repeatedly, confirming what Dara had said. Spontaneously his arms hugged Dara as tightly as possible. Theo buried his face there, between her shoulder and the open"In an hour don't forget to bring breakfast and warm milk to the guest room. Rose may still be sleeping, but you can wake her up later." Theo spoke without looking at the other person, focused on adjusting the cuffs of the long shirt sleeves he was wearing. As for Beatrace, the middle-aged woman could only bow obediently, not daring to lift her face to look at her master directly. Ever since Afilia's mess, anything Beatrace did ended up under pressure. She really felt bad for the misunderstanding. Thankfully, Theo chose not to make a big deal out of it. "Are you sure you want to drive yourself, sir?" asked Lion, skeptical of the leg condition that looked a little different when the man beside him took a step. "I'm fine. You just do the tasks I give you." Not entirely true, perhaps the word fine was just a form of transition, for indeed the pain sometimes stung in some spots. In t
The series of important points listed on the summary of the proposal offer did not fully capture Theo's attention. Occasionally, his eyes would squint, aiming at the face of a man who seemed to be hesitantly taking a sip from a cup of late cappuccino. Then the lips thinned to clear the remaining cream. "Has my father returned to Italy?" asked Theo as he closed the neatly bound sheet of paper. "Yes, sir." One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. The tension between unfocused twitching eyes made him link his fingers with his elbows resting on the restaurant table. "So, Keneddy, while my father was in Canada, what did you have to do to delay the meeting twice?" Theo paused for a moment. Reading the reaction on the face of the man called 'Keneddy'. Then he chuckled sarcastically. "Don't think of this cooperation as a kinship. I want everything to go according to procedure. Form a team to work on the swot analysis.
"Afi, where are you and Lion going?" The two halted in their tracks as the door to the guest room swung open. Rose, looking much fresher, raised a puzzled eyebrow. Her attention was fully focused on the large tote bag in Lion's hand, as well as the decently dressed Afilia carrying a small bag on her shoulder. Afilia turned to look at the handsome face beside her. "Lion can I have a one-on-one talk with Miss Olesya?" A question she was hesitant to ask. Afilia was afraid Lion would refuse. However, the man said yes. Choosing to move a few meters away from his position after saying goodbye to Rose. "Starting today, I'll be staying in the dormitory. Take good care of yourself, okay," Afilia said softly, the bitter tone clearly audible. The sad look she showed was as glassy as the tightness she had to endure. No matter what the new environment would be like, Afilia hoped that she w
The corners of those dark eyes were constantly watching Rose's every activity at the bar counter. The casual movements and shady look on her face left her a little clueless. It had been more than 10 hours, the medicine she had been given should have worked effectively, or at least Rose should have felt severe contractions and bleeding. However, everything she expected never happened. Rose seemed fine, so what was wrong? With a stifled growl, Magdalena pursed her lips. She placed the glass of wine in her hand onto the pantry, then approached Rose who was staring at her no less sarcastically. "Looks like you're getting bold with me, bitch. Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Magdalena with a displeased chuckle. Glancing at her for a moment, Rose continued to sprinkle additional toppings on her waffle nonchalantly. "I've never been afraid of you, but I don't have time for trouble-making humans."
Lion's lip movements stopped. The phone screen shown right in front of his eyes made him swallow harshly. Taking a bite of the second piece of waffle should have been no problem, until Theo came in drenched and with an intimidating gaze. The ashen glare seemed to strip him to the bone. Lion didn't think he had sent a text message, except to call Theo directly at Rose's request. He didn't. Lion calmed his emotions as much as he could. Grabbing his own cell phone, he checked for messages that were never there. Someone who pranked him must have erased the digital trail so that he wouldn't realize such a thing. Travis! Lion's face turned warning. "I just left you for the bathroom. You hijacked my phone instead," he hissed in annoyance. The ignorant Travis, invited to dine together, plunged him into the abyss. "Your business is with me, Lion!" The piercing tone made Lion look straight ahead a
"I just want to," Rose half-lied. If only Theo hadn't interrupted her the other day, maybe Rose wouldn't have had to hold herself back from saying something simple that could make her feel a little relieved. "Anyway, you have to accompany me to the movie," Rose continued, starting to position her phone into landscape. "Another day, can't you, Sugar? My eyes are so heavy." "No, it's not. You have to stay awake. You didn't let me sleep last night either. Now it's my turn." "But-" "Just accompany me to the movie, Theo. No need to exert yourself. Just sit tight. Then why are you protesting so much?" Rose stared intently at the man who fell silent ... no longer arguing. The resigned face was a source of amusement. Rose smiled, "Here. I need a cuddle pillow," she continued impatiently. She loved the way Theo pulled the thick blanket over both of their bodies.
Silence. Theo could feel Rose's arms tightening around him. The temptation to sleep was becoming something he couldn't resist. Slowly his nerves closed, leaving the rest of the sounds that were caught, submerged with the calm he was getting. "I want them to have a happy ending. But it seems difficult-" Rose's sentence caught at the end of her throat, choosing to let out a rough sigh. "After our contract is over for this one year, I hope you're not like that guy in the drama," she continued with a deep frown. It wasn't long before the blind blinked-realizing something. "Theo." Rose jumped awake with a surprised frown. Her eyebrows knitted together, watching as Theo closed his eyes perfectly. "Come with me to the movies, Theo. Not sleeping!" His arm stretched out, repeatedly shaking the body leaning against the headboard. "The movie's not over yet. Hurry up, get up!" "Sleepy, Sugar." "No. You can't sleep l
"No! Esme. Just be patient for a moment. You'll give my wife a heart attack if we rush in." "Let go of me. Ticklish, Esme!" "Don't stab my leg, you impatient bastard." Rose stared at the ceiling of the guest room uncomprehendingly. Her arm felt the emptiness beside the bed. There was no one but herself who had been woken up by the noise from outside. Last night, after thinking the whole time about the answer to her question about Theo's reaction, she had to be put to sleep by fear just because Theo changed positions at the same time. What if what Travis said was actually something bad? Rose couldn't imagine any other humiliation she might receive. "Esme!" A sharp tone followed by a long laugh from the same person, provoking Rose's curiosity to explode even more. She knew very well who the owner of the baritone voice was. But, she felt very unfamiliar with
"I warned you not to participate. Now your presence is like a second barrier. We can't act freely." Rose turned away when Xelle chided rudely. "You mean I'm a burden here? I can take care of myself if that's what you think." No less sharply she lashed out at the man who was staring straight ahead. "I wonder how far you can take them. You'd better sit quietly in the car." Still with the focused, indifferent gaze Rose was getting from the man in front of her. She turned away solidifying the sentence buried in the back of her throat. "You underestimate women too much. I'll show you that I can handle anything that comes my way." "And if you continue to pick a fight with me here. I can assure you we'll never get started," Rose continued half-commemoratively. Xelle reminded her exactly of Theo who almost never relented when it came to arguing. Rose looked away not wanting to be influenced further. Momentarily noticing Travis pulling himself forward a step. "Wh
There wasn't enough feeling during the trip to Italy. Rose's gaze was always unfocused, still speared by a jumble of bad thoughts regarding Theo's condition and how she would get her husband back. Theo was taken away and hidden by Verasco. No idea where. But the next stage of the location they would go to was Verasco's headquarters. Lion assumed it was there, a little approved by Travis who confirmed. A while ago, they had tracked the last point of Verasco's car through GPS coordinates. Unfortunately, the middle-aged man knew such things would happen, so he deliberately blocked access by not turning on the GPS function in the car. They could have hacked into the city's CCTV footage. Analyze the license plate or where cars similar to Verasco's stretched across Milan. However, the decision would have affected their chances. At worst, from the time Rose and the others arrived at Theo's mansion, two hours back was all Verasco required of them, especially Rose—
"Now how is Theo?" she asked as she scrutinized Lion like he had just breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm not talking to an empty tomb," Rose quipped, thinking how foolish it would be to speak up in the face of something that couldn't possibly give her an answer. And so, Lion understood m—with some difficulty, he positioned himself to rise, though only half-slouching and showing a face twisted in pain. "Sir ...." "Sir is still in a coma, Miss." Lion's answer was a great success in exploding the contents of Rose's mind. So all this time, while Theo had never come to her, it wasn't that the man was unwilling. But there was a wall too high stretched between them. Unconsciousness. A state of sleep that was too deep. Making her husband never present in the nights Rose was always haunted by loss. She took a ragged breath... no longer knowing how to describe the truth that hit her sanity. "Theo is in a coma and why did you have to hide that from me?" "I'm so
The reality was like a volcanic avalanche of vomit in Rose's head. The heat melted everything. Either happy or actually Rose couldn't let go of the so-called euphoria. She lost the ability to distinguish between reality and delusion. Her mind cavity was full, claustrophobic, especially Rose felt lied to in such a way. "How could you do this to me, Lion? Travis, Beatrace, all of you. How could I fall for the role you played?" asked Rose almost in a whisper. Her gaze was half-empty, thinking back to how Beatrace had behaved and the series of sentences the middle-aged woman had spoken. They were all lies. Rose couldn't understand why, they interpreted it as inappropriate to know the extent of Theo's condition. What was the worst part was that they thought Rose was involved in harming her own husband.... She did all that between a sense of urgency and an involuntary impulse. Even if Rose knew Theo would protect her. She wouldn't have let Theo pull the stunt. Rose's ey
From Aiden, the man's phrases today were the worst draining for Rose. She sighed unfocused, as soon as possible—like yesterday she wanted to close her small restaurant a little earlier than the operating hours. Indeed, some of the equipment had already been cleaned by Rose. Next, the corner of Rose's lips curled into a big smile after the last customer waltzed away and left some coin tips. Rose quickly approached the doorway to reposition the 'open' sign in the opposite direction. Quite relieved, she turned towards the table with the remaining dirty dishes. First stashing the tips received into her pants pocket, then carefully arranging the plates on the tray. What a pity what Rose didn't understand... she never expected the door of her restaurant to be suddenly kicked in, until from outside a man threw another man's slumped body right under Rose's feet. Her breath caught as Lion winced in pain, while the still towering perpetrator looked like a lake of thirst.
"You're back again, sir?" Lion was overcome with astonishment at the sudden arrival. The man facing him simply handed over the bag that had once been forcibly taken. "Yes. I don't need this laptop anymore. My work is done. " "What work are you referring to that is related to Mr. T's laptop, sir?" Lion was completely clueless. Everything that had happened lately was enough to keep him silent. Apart from Lion having to take care of George during his detention and outside of Verasco's knowledge. Lion wanted to know what activities provoked curiosity, but it seemed that the owner of heterochromia eyes was reluctant to reveal what was being done secretly. Actually, the decision to investigate something that wasn't 'mandatory,' Xelle should not have made. He interpreted everything Rose told him as an imbalance. About the murder Theo had committed against Rose's parents. According to Theo's records that Xelle had traced, the bullet should have hit the victim'
Two months after the heart—pounding incident all of Rose's lives were exactly the same. She lived day by day as if in an open cage. Rose was both free and trapped. There were electromagnetic waves in the house she had just moved into during that time. Waves that did not record visually. However, sensory movements would send signals to the last man with Rose that day to know every detail of the strange activities Rose was doing. Like if Rose wanted to do something reckless—self-harm or something else. Two months earlier. When they were no longer in the middle of the forest. Rose's silence and fear eventually acted as anger that evaporated completely. There had indeed been a major argument. All Rose's intentions took place almost slicing a kitchen knife into her own wrist. The woman received a series of scathing sentences to really get slapped. Realization. And Xelle then chose to be hands-off in the sense that the man assured full surveillance via the electromagnetic waves in
"Axe, stop your car." The car that had been provided since they arrived in Canada. What Rose had never imagined was that the car she was riding in would drive off into the forest. While the man in the driver's seat really had his heart set on getting there. A cold, sharp, unaccepting gaze met the heterochromia's bead. "Stop your car, Axe!" Rose turned to confirm exactly where they were going to dock. It was too far, and she was again jolted by the sudden stop of the car. "Why here?" asked Rose softly. Her attention was fully focused on a single denizen of the jungle. Firm, large, clawed features mirrored the creature that walked beneath the elder tree. Rose's mind shuddered at the thought of the beast becoming aware of their presence. "Get out!" Instantly Rose glared at Xelle in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "That wild tiger will make you die quickly. Now you can catch up with your dear husband." "Get out!" Rose wanted to inter
One counts first. The next two. Rose held her breath after obtaining the firearm. She froze in place as the instincts of a dominant man turned sharply to digest what had happened in the blink of an eye. Rose realized that piercing expression was not good for her. "Don't come any closer!" threatened Rose, bringing the muzzle of the gun to her temple. "Fuck! What are you doing!" Rose took a step back whenever Xelle tried to get closer. Rose's common sense really wasn't there. Not with her. "Stop your ridiculous behavior, Rose." Rose shook her head violently. She would rather end her life than wander aimlessly, shrouded in emptiness, shadowed by the guilt of having contributed to the loss of her husband's life. Rose couldn't hold on to anything. All was lost in the shuffle. "I'm warning you once again, Rose. Stop your ridiculous behavior!" No! Rose argued with a wet face. Trembling her arm steadily began to squeeze the trigger. A