After an impromptu meeting with Bridgette that was never expected. Now Rose is back on her way to the bar where she works. There is an unnamed client that Rose wants to serve.Rose felt strange, but hearing the fantastic fee—she decided to cancel the unsigned contract. The money could add to Rose's savings, which were currently lacking to carry out a mission, a secret mission that had been kept tightly under wraps until now.Rose's car drove leisurely at a moderate speed. It was still afternoon, she had a few more hours of meetings with the mysterious client.As for Oracle, Bridgette had asked permission to be with her son for a while. Of course Rose didn't refuse. Brigette had full rights over Oracle. Besides, there was no way Rose could forbid mother and son to be together. Living alone made Rose understand the black and white of life.The half-hour journey finally brought Rose to her destination. There was already a special parking lot for Rose, so she didn't have to bother looking
"What the hell, Aiden? What kind of client are you throwing me at?!" Rose, emotions stirring in her head, entered without knocking the door to the privacy of a man who was currently sitting in a swivel chair, focused on the computer screen in front of him. Aiden. He was the owner of the bar and the one who always promoted Rose. They were 10 years apart in age. It was not presumptuous of Rose to call her boss by name. But Aiden himself asked for it. He didn't like Rose calling him with the frills that seemed respectful, because actually Aiden had feelings for Rose. He knew how Rose was. The woman he loved, never once glanced at him. Aiden knew Rose purely considered their relationship as 'superior and subordinate'. Nothing more. And he preferred to keep his feelings, which were growing day by day as Rose gave him her sweetest smile. "I knew you would come here, Rose. What's wrong, why are you so angry?" Aiden did his best to remain calm as he looked at Rose who was on fire.
"Why did you ask me to meet. Does Sean know?" asked Rose as she approached the man who had suddenly contacted her. "No, he doesn't. I have something to talk to you about Sean." The man looked at Rose sharply. His lips curled at the thought of the woman's hurt expression when she found out the truth he was about to reveal. "What?" "Sean and I have a deep connection. He's mine and I'm his." Theo was the one behind his meeting with Rose. This was just the initial plan. Theo wanted to see how Rose would react when he exposed his affair with Sean. But she laughed out loud at his revelation. Did Theo look like he was joking? No, he didn't. Theo himself was so sure his face was like a dry chamois, stiff. "You're this! Oh, my God. I know the burden of life is heavy, but if you want to joke around, don't do it like this. You make my stomach hurt." As much as possible Rose held back the laughter that was still audible. Theo is really ridiculous! She thought at this moment. "I'm not joki
"Leave Sean, then I'll get out of here!" Theo spoke back to Rose as his friend left them. What an idiot! Rose thought as she began to lose her temper. "You should leave Sean alone. He's my future husband, he proposed to me. We're getting married next year!" Like being doused in sewage, Theo's feelings were suddenly shattered by Rose's answer. Sean didn't say that he had proposed to Rose and was going to marry her. What was going on in Sean's brain? Why would he plunge Theo into sin if he ended up choosing another woman over him? "Now get out of my sight!" screeched Rose seeing Theo just silently absorbing fate. Theo blinked for a moment. Then he shook his head quickly, not wanting to give up. Just proposed, not yet down the aisle. Theo could still separate the two, even when they were married. "You're a whore. Don't expect Sean to marry you. You are like heaven and earth, never to be united." Theo was getting impatient, until the sentence he was holding back finally
"I love you, T. Proposing to and marrying Rose later is just a status to cover my shame. We'll still be together even if I get married." Just one step inside the apartment, Rose had to be treated to a loud voice from Sean that made her feelings abandoned. The heart that was still in the form of a lump, immediately crumbled into pieces. Moreover, the scene in front was so suffocating. Two men were hugging, then followed by an unpleasant scene. The sound of two lips clashing was like the saddest song Rose had ever heard. The betrayal that Sean had committed in front of her eyes really disappointed Rose. Ever since the trip, she had been bothered by Sean's disappearance. Rose thought, she'd rather go to Sean's apartment directly than not get any news from her boyfriend. How could Sean destroy Rose's last hope of love. Having an affair with a man, seriously, what had Rose been missing? Rose knew. Sean had never gotten what she had been told he didn't want, to enjoy her body.
"What happened to you, Rose? Why are you here in broad daylight?" The worried tone of Aiden's voice emphasized that the man was worried about Rose being out of control. "Don't drink anymore, you'll get drunk. We have a guest who wants to pay you a lot of money. At six in the afternoon you have to serve him." Afternoon? Paid handsomely? Who was the guest? Rose's brain immediately started to think. Damn it, Sean! He had broken her heart like this and almost forgot her usual activities. It was a good thing Rose had only had two small glasses of wine, she was still in her right mind to digest Aiden's words. "What's the name of the guest who wants to pay me so much? I don't want to let yesterday happen again. You're not my good boss anymore if that happens again, Aiden," Rose said as she raised her head, which had been bowed. She gave Aiden a probing look. Don't let today's guest be Bouldog. That disgusting man was really troubling. "You just calm down. I won't accept strange
Rose looked at her face in the mirror to reconfirm how she looked. She was a little grateful to find that her make-up made her look fresher, only needing to add a bright red lipstick on her lips as the final touch. It was not without reason that Rose chose the color red. Apart from the demands of the job that made her have to look hot, red also symbolized courage. Rose sighed. Slowly her hands moved to color her own lips and now her appearance was even more perfect. It was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, in five minutes she had to go to the client's room to do her usual work. Regarding the work contract, the service provider and recipient had already signed an agreement. All Rose had to do was serve, then get paid - and that was it, she had some pretty free hours. Once she got home early, she could immediately lay down in her room. Rose stepped out of her dressing room. Strange. she don't know why suddenly felt bad about this one. She was afraid that the client who dar
"Likes to challenge. Looks like your naughty lips need to be punished." Theo grinned warningly. His free left hand was used to press Rose's chin up. It just so happened that the lips were half-open, Theo had the opportunity to immediately crush them. Eyes that had been closed opened wide as soon as the wet tongue met his. Damn it! What was wrong with this woman's body, why did it affect him so much? Every inch of Rose's body was like heroin-raising the dopamine levels in the brain. Theo had never felt such a good lick in his entire life as an asshole. He was hooked! Unfortunately, he was about to bring his lips back to Rose's. The woman elbowed Theo in the ribs first. "How dare you kiss me!" A loud curse, followed by a stomp on Theo's foot freed Rose from his confinement. "Bar - bar!" groaned Theo under his breath. The feet still clad in pentofel shoes felt like they were about to be hollowed out by Rose
Zever's sudden departure made quite an impression on Rose. At that moment she and Travis silently watched the backs of two people who were moving away. Rose didn't dare say anything as she herself realized Travis was leaving her behind—Travis looked down and Rose hoped he was okay, then followed with careful steps carrying her triplet into the mansion building. Two hours after the incident in the back garden, and after putting the children to bed, Rose soon caught up with Zever's whereabouts. Through the messages given to Lion, Rose certainly monitored whatever was happening outside. This included asking how Travis was doing. The man was behaving as before, but there was one problem. Zever in the living room with a ripple face so cold and gray eyes that stared half-empty arranged miniature joints on the table. Rose repeatedly took a breath just to steady herself sitting next to her husband. "Zever," Rose called out, wanting to make sure he would respond or not. Z
"I'm done, Theo. Now it's your turn—" Rose thought, after stepping out of the bathroom and changing there. She would find Theo keeping all three of their babies in their proper positions, but that big body—in his sideways sleep—seemed to be deeper than the three babies who were snoozing peacefully. Exhausted. That's how Rose interpreted it, because these days Theo was often busy in the middle of the night—looking after their babies, while Rose was forced to rest. Rose smiled slightly as she rubbed the top of Theo's head. It was only for a moment that she turned to her triplets to transfer them to the trolley. Rose would take them for a walk in the back garden. Finished with the transfer she returned to Theo simply covering her husband's body with a thick blanket. "We're leaving first." Rose briefly kissed the corner of Theo's face. She pushed the trolley carefully towards the elevator. Rose already knew where the elevator was, it was quite hidden—and Theo had no
"I got a lot of grandchildren." O'Douglas laughed like a pirate captain who had just discovered a historic treasure. Each of the middle-aged man's arms flanked two tiny babies, while the other was in the arms of Verasco, who continued to hold them, occasionally bringing them closer with a lighthearted joke. There was no telling what Rose would say as she watched her children being swarmed as soon as Verasco and O'Douglas walked into the ward. She had just finished breastfeeding, so the satiated babies would just sleep through the day, and not trouble their two grandfathers. "You never stopped looking at me," Rose said quietly. Most of the time Theo had a glare on his face, but right now the gray bead was shining something different. It was so loving and some of it Rose couldn't interpret correctly. How could Rose stand being shot at so closely. Theo had to, just once, look away from her. "Thank you, Sugar." A gentle touch on the skin of Rose's face made her
Rose didn't expect Theo to take her to the island of Ortogia, the historical center of the Sicilian city of Sirakusa, to enjoy the beauty of the Mediterranean sea. The scents by the sea were soothingly beautiful. Rose had not forgotten that Theo had not once let go of her body on the man's broad shoulders after walking along the old buildings on the islands of Ortogia. "Whose house is this?" asked Rose looking at a sturdy building that looked like it was meant for two people to live in. "Our house." There wasn't much Rose could say, except to bury her face deep in the hollow of Theo's neck. The masculine scent was still very much present, even after they had spent the whole day entertaining the guests, as if the perfume was very much at home on Theo's clay skin. "Want to go straight to bed or shower first, Sugar?" In front of a door Theo stopped and let Rose get on the floor. Between hesitation and the need for something fresh she finally looked up at Theo.
"Ready?" Rose nodded as Theo spoke over the top of her head. She was indeed standing with her back to Theo, holding the handle of a long cookie-cutter knife, while Theo's large fingers grasped each of her knuckles warmly. The multi-tiered cake, or not much different from a fragile tower, was being split open. The blade slowly descended downward to symbolize sharpness. Rose smiled almost melting into laughter when Theo whispered something funny to her, funny but Rose wouldn't tell anyone. Let her keep it to herself and make it an important fun moment. After the first slice of cake Rose and Theo should have been feeding each other. Instead Theo scooped out the cream and immediately applied it to Rose's lower lip. Rose's face was a mess, but that was exactly what Theo wanted. He took Rose's lips like he was taking a delicious cake. The sweetness of the sugar and butter mixture seemed to make Theo insatiable. He licks Rose so intimately—there's no end to it—that Rose
"It's enough. I'm full." Again Rose had to restrain herself as Theo's big fingers tried to push away the bowl of white porridge in her hand. "Just a little more, Theo. You have to finish your porridge." "Come on." Rose brought another spoonful of porridge closer, but that face refused. "Don't make me eat bad porridge, Sugar. It's tasteless." "That's why if you eat while looking at me, you'll get some flavor." "One more bite. I promise after this is over." "I don't believe it. You said that earlier, don't you remember?" Rose's wide grin completely fooled Theo. The man was exactly a child who had lost his appetite. It was very difficult to persuade him to open his mouth. "This time I'm serious about the last one. Ahk... open wide." Rose thought Theo would immediately accept her bribe. Instead, the man moved the elbow of Rose's hand, moving the bow of the spoon to Rose's own lips. "You should eat too." "I ate earlier," Ro
One day after Theo regained consciousness, Rose finally decided to return to her home, the place where she once lived alone next to her small restaurant. At the moment there wasn't much for Rose to do other than prepare to meet Theo at the hospital. Rose immediately drove her father's borrowed car. On the back passenger seat she placed a medium-sized box with several holes in it that was wrapped very beautifully. While beside her sat a cute little dog with curly hair and white color like cotton. Yesterday Rose had just bought the poodle breed at the pet shop. Intrigued. That was all that drew Rose's desire to bring home the poodle named Cocomelo. "We've arrived." Rose prepared a special backpack to carry Cocomelo on her shoulders, so that when she first entered the infirmary Theo would not immediately meet her Cocomelo but Rose would show him. And in her hand, she carried the medium-sized box and walked into the hospital. Not just daring, but Rose had already ob
Coming back from the bathroom, Rose thought she would be faced with the same situation. She had warned against it by waiting longer in the humid room until some of the noises from outside faded away. But everything Rose had expected was not true. The blood seepage on the floor when she opened the door was gone. Verasco's subordinates... even Verasco himself was nowhere to be seen, in his husband's infirmary. All that was left was Lion waiting very quietly, arms folded across his chest as he watched Theo silently. "Are you still here, Lion? Where are the others?" asked Rose as her steps brushed the side of the blanket. "Mr. Verasco asked me to wait here, Miss." Lion's attention was finally diverted. Rose suspected that he had just returned from the police station and helped Verasco and Elijah to execute George. As for George's betrayal, perhaps it was a wake-up call for Verasco to be more intolerant of hidden intentions and whatever else might happen. "Where is my
"On the way home. Their story has a happy ending. Finished." Rose closed the 400 pages book and placed it on the nightstand. Reading sweet stories had become her routine in the past few days. Rose smiled slightly at her husband's face who was lying so quietly. This morning the breathing apparatus had just been removed indicating Theo's condition was getting better after the bloody spear incident. Luckily, they immediately brought Theo to get the right treatment. Theo had to undergo surgery three times. He had lost a lot of blood and needed transfusions as soon as possible. Rose remembered that some arguments happened between them regarding Theo who had very step blood, even Verasco was helpless about it. Just a Wench .... That's what Verasco said at that time with a trembling tone of voice. Like he was so regretful. Really regretful, until finally Travis suggested the few people who were still left in Italy to bring some bags of Theo's blood that were taken two