Music box ....
Rose was transfixed by the object. It was quite incredulous to receive a gift without a sender's name. This would have been understandable had she been in Canada, but Italy... it was impossible for Rose to have a secret cult. She didn't try to remember, unfortunately the image of a man appeared that Rose didn't want to believe, perhaps reluctant to confirm. Somewhat hesitantly Rose opened the lid of the box that produced music by means of a series of pins placed on a cylinder or rotating disk so that it touched the teeth of an iron comb. The complex shape of the music box in Rose's hands had small drums and bells beside the iron comb. The notes that flowed, accompanying a pair of almost kissing statues moved around in the center. Sean. One name that came to mind was the man who had first given her the music box, and who still did today. Rose turned to the small piece of paper tucked away. The words writtenBeatrace's forehead successfully creased in astonishment as she deeply absorbed Rose's question. The middle-aged woman immediately blinked but did not immediately speak out, until Rose's curiosity got the better of her. "Theo told me something once. I forgot the important point... if I may know, why did I never meet Theo's twin?" That was it. One thing led to another and Beatrace was left scrambling for the right answer. "Someday you will meet Mr. Zever and judge for yourself, Miss." Beatrace wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, unfortunately she forgot who she was dealing with. "When?" "No one knows, let alone is certain of it, Miss. We'd better go back to planting the lemon seedlings. But if you're not up to it, that's fine, I'll do it." Rose would be even less able to face Theo. She put on her gloves and resumed her pending activities without saying much. The neatly ar
Rose's stumbling steps offset the weight of the large teddy she was clutching tightly. The exaggerated shape and size almost made Rose's body sink as she carried the teddy bear into the main room of the mansion. Several times during the journey Rose hit the object in front of her, anything, with a completely shielded view. She complained that she still had to try not to be defeated by her own annoyance. Rose actually hoped that Esmeralda wasn't that good at obeying her master's orders, so Theo couldn't use the Siberian husky as an intermediary. Unfortunately, Rose's hopes were not to be. Esmeralda was too... more or less like Theo! "Finally." Rose dropped the teddy bear on the ivory white marble, huffing and puffing as she touched both sides of her hips. Nothing should have gone wrong, until Rose noticed the presence of one person. Theo... sprawled on the bed with one arm bent at an elbow angle across the surface of the pillow. The eyes were closed regularly wit
Rose had to repeat the struggle of holding a huge weight beyond her stature. The blonde hair was still wet, the water dripping, not a little rubbing off on the big jailen's fur. Rose's breath hitched. Rose's steps traveled smoothly through the mansion. Unaware that a tall, looming figure with several men behind it was watching a large doll move under Rose's arrangement. Pushed back and forth by the impact that almost made Rose's body unsteady. She growled, raising her face from the side to find an annoying creature like Theo staring at her with a flat expression. The man was gulping down a glass of white liquid with chunks of ice floating in it. "Get out of the way! My path is blocked!" It wasn't Theo if he acted immediately. A little thought, then the man moved. "Make room for this dwarf and her giant to pass." Dwarf .... Rose growled in distaste at the nickname. She stomped as hard as she could, pressing deep into T
It was enough torture that he applied himself. Flesh so ready, Theo can't get rid of the beautiful image of the pussy whose bloom is shaking with desire. He searched deep into the warm body Rose was trying to cover up. It's getting hotter and hotter and he wants to throw Rose on the bed. Theo smiled sarcastically. He couldn't count how long he worshipped the face that looked at him doubtfully. Gentle strokes traveled from the skin of her cheeks to the soft, tightly clenched surface. He pressed his lips to Rose's, remembering how he had to restrain himself every time Rose protested and showed exasperation. "I want you so badly." Theo's whisper gathered all the electricity to create a tension Rose couldn't contain. She was confused when slowly the presence of Theo's fingers shifted... gradually flowing downward. Through the gap in her legs, Theo's actions escaped to reach for the belt lying on the ground, slumped down with her robe. Not wanting
The imprints are deep as Rose turns the grip into a gentle touch—a strange buzz arrives that takes Rose to nirvana. Her lips parted wider. Theo's thrusts surged. The ragged breathing convinced Rose that Theo was ready to explode, to go through the same thing. Only the remnants of each other's huffs and puffs as a visual in Rose's head. Then felt free after Theo pulled the belt off. However, she was closed for too long—she had to neutralize the blurred vision. It wasn't until Rose got a clear view of the handsome, seductive face that she was able to see. She was silenced by a ferocious lash, so she spontaneously closed her eyes again. "You're not angry anymore? I mean, don't sulk anymore?" asked Rose, warmly touching the firm jawbone. Their bodies were still together. Who knows when Theo will pull out the rod that is still stuck. "That bastard wouldn't be able to hear his ex-girlfriend sigh." Not answering Rose's question. Instead Theo hissed as he search
"Shit!" The cell phone shattered into pieces. Sean let everything out. Everything he received. Rose's whimpering, soft voice calling out Theo's name eroded any patience he had. If only it had been easy for Sean to forget Rose. He would not expect the love he had lost to rekindle in the heart of the woman who until this moment was precious in his eyes. Sean knew Rose well .... The mistakes he made. Will not change Rose's decision. The intertwined relationship that has fallen. Will never bloom, even if Sean becomes the most pitying. "Shit!" He cursed again, frankly almost destroying the whole room. Ever since Verasco's arrival at the hospital the other day. In the end, Sean agreed and involved himself as part of Witson. Receiving a full share in a different company under his own name. It was all arranged. There was nothing wrong with Sean's choice, that he was entitled to the luxury that had been nurtured by hatred. Verasco
"Why did you come back again?!" At the existence of one arm wrapped tightly around the other. Rose was stunned to receive her husband's face resting on her shoulder line. Theo's warm breath wafted in. The lips occasionally fell to kiss the recesses of the neck and sniffed the intoxicating scent of the body. "This is for you." The shopping paper lifted to float in front of Rose. The small bites on her skin never died allowing Rose to cup the tip of the Italian man's well—shaped sense of smell. "Your habit is giving me trouble." Because Rose has trouble covering the reddish marks that arise, if she has to wear revealing clothes in the summer. Rose pressed harder on Theo's nasal cavity, perhaps the man would soon break away. Theo was right to do so. However, instead of being freed. Next Rose's body floated on the bed. "I really hope you break your hand again!" Rose changed her position to sit right next to the sh
"You've been so long, Mrs. Witson." For the blessed time Rose had to hear the same protest escape the lips of the man looming in the doorway. The only difference was that the last nickname was deliberately emphasized. Each of Theo's nicknames to Rose had been fully enunciated until the last one, Mrs. Witson, and Rose felt it was a final warning. She hurried over still struggling to hook the chain of the bracelet Xelle had given her after having to open it, in favor of arm-length mesh gloves that contrasted with her skin color. "Please help me put them on." Rose extended an arm right in front of Theo. "You saw me in distress, but didn't take the initiative to offer," Rose said, handing over the jeweled chain on the surface of the palm that greeted her silently. "You're the one who likes to trouble yourself." Regret was already provoking the man to speak. It would have been better if Theo had said nothing. Though that should have been
"She's very good at acting." Rose whispered softly in Bridgette's face who had only come into view after the play had started. There was no need for Rose to ask where the woman had been, she could guess what the couple sitting next to her had been up to from the slightly disheveled appearance a few moments ago. "Yes. No wonder she's the lead. She's very pretty tho." Rose nodded in agreement as Bridgette whispered along. The students who were drafted to act out the drama on the wedding stage were really good. Their pronunciation and intonation were perfect, especially when they were blocking. Rose remembered things like that that her father often commented on when watching street theater. Until this moment Rose had not found her father's whereabouts. Rose looked at Theo for a moment. Her husband was too focused on watching the theater play. The sharp gaze and tightly clenched lips were very hot. Rose wanted to touch Theo but was prevented by the arrival of the w
Who would have thought that the two weeks since that day would feel so short as Rose's busy journey came to an end. It all seemed to be over in an instant, until in the shade of a large, luxurious building she stood. Smiling at her handsome husband whose black hair had grown into a neatly combed bun. The thick eyebrows and gray eyes were a perfect combination, plus the hot touch of lips that sometimes returned her smile, and so whispered the naughty words that the man would later plan after the party was held. There should be nothing for Rose to worry about at this point. Just carrying out the last vestiges of the plan that would lead her to an intact family, then waiting to see how Theo would fight for their happiness together. But as long as she was there. Occasionally moving her feet regularly—back and forth in turns with her arms wrapped tightly around her husband's neck. Rose didn't find anyone who might still bear a faint resemblance to her parents among the a
"Who did you come with?" Rose felt a touch on the top of her head and immediately broke away from Bridgette's embrace. Xelle smiled at her and it seemed as if the man had just gotten home from work. The long blue shirt on the body was slightly ruffled with half of the buttons open, so the reddish marks on the skin of Xelle's chest were faintly revealed. Rose understood... she had just guessed wrong. "I think my arrival has interrupted your fun," she said, not directly answering Xelle's question, but at the same time Rose received a light pinch on the arm as well as Bridgette's 'shut up' gesture. "I'll take Rose inside. Don't forget to take a shower after this, Axe. You're very messy. And one more thing, tell Edward in an hour to pick up Oracle and Campel at school." Already Rose had taken a step towards where Bridgette was leading her, instantly she froze in place remembering Theo in the car. "I can't stay long, Bridgette. Theo's waiting for me." "
"This many invitations, who will be at our event?" Rose's attention was fixed on Theo and the concorde sheet of paper in his hand. Occasionally she turned back to confirm the existence of a stack of invitations arranged in tiers, some of which were in the trunk of the car with the rest sitting on the passenger seat. The golden color of almost all the invitation paper gave a luxurious impression, especially the embossed writing on the surface added an elegant side. Rose liked it when she was fingering the parts of the letters that popped out. It felt like she had just pampered her fingers. "Is your name right there?" But instead of answering Rose's question, Theo asked her that very thing. "It is." For a moment Rose returned her attention to the invitation paper. O'Douglas. Her eyes searched carefully for the name on the back. Rose had never been allowed to bear the title 'O'Douglas' for the rest of her life, but this time Rose had mad
Mesmerized. That was one of Theo's main reactions the first time Rose stepped out of the dressing room in a creamy white wedding dress like a romantic bride. An interesting conclusion emerged as Theo gazed at Rose as if she were a gentle woman with twists and turns... so beautiful and pure. The woman's sweet smile was something Theo never imagined he would have in full. Rose was absolutely stunning draped in a dress that began its beauty by leaving Rose's neck exposed in a transparent and elegant way. On the chest, the fabric that fit Rose's body was decorated with lace in the shape of spreading flowers and leaves accompanied by a sprinkling of sparkling crystals. From the hip line, the dress was in full bloom, but not beyond the slightest portion that Rose had to lift when stepping slowly. The curve in Rose's lips grew wider as she stared straight ahead. It was in those moments that Rose realized her husband was still silent without saying anything, as if he
After a flurry of activity with several dresses and eye-catching accessories. Rose's decision was then made to meet Theo in the office after parting ways with the woman who introduced herself as Alma as well as the woman's two beautiful secretaries, Evalina and Lindsey. The accidental encounter with Lion, whose fever was much better, was the moment when the man told Rose the whereabouts of Theo—who he said he had accidentally seen when Lion walked around several corners of the mansion just to add to the heat. The man wanted to sweat, but Rose's real business was with Theo. She didn't need to worry about anything else, except that her husband might be busy again. That was also what Lion had said before saying goodbye, which eventually led to Rose standing in front of Theo's study door... wondering if she should knock before entering. She didn't. Rose wouldn't do that once the door had been opened. A dimly lit room showed her husband there. Focused on his laptop, while Esmeralda
Loud howls filled Rose's senses almost all the time. She had locked the room. Her face was buried under the pillow, but Theo deliberately let Esmeralda roam the mansion. Occasionally the baritone's voice even chuckled in her ear. They seemed to be very close and perhaps Rose should have given Theo a warning not to make a single disturbing sound. Rose let out a long sigh letting her footprints rest on the cold marble. Step by step she walked out reaching out and pressing down on the doorframe then pulling the frame inwards, that second at the same time Theo's body fell along with Esmeralda who bit the man's forearm. There was no pain, because what Rose found was that Theo was enjoying Esmeralda's treatment. It actually reminded Rose of the first time she was reunited with a Siberian husky and the first time Theo found out Rose was pregnant. She smiled wryly at the thought of those days. If their baby had been saved, her stomach would have swelled up. "You and your wif
"Sugar, wait!" The baritone voice in the background continued to call out with the occasional large fingers trying to hold on, but Rose continued to resist. There was a price to pay for Theo's dangerous actions, which even though they had been successfully dealt with still didn't put Rose at ease. Rose didn't like how Theo was indifferent to the man's own safety. Her heart was still pounding loudly at the thought that bad things could happen. Rose's steps quickened after entering the mansion building. Soon she would reach the main room. She pressed the door handle no matter Theo was still trying to persuade her. "Sugar." Theo was very close, so Rose was one step away from crossing the threshold. She deliberately hit the frame very hard and just as Theo was about to enter. "Oh!" The man winced like he was in a lot of pain. While Rose was silent for a while. Silent to understand the situation out there. Only once did Theo complain and the rest was wordle
The trigger contained the deadly wires that Theo had to finish with one hour and one minute left. It was all around him, but perhaps the most appropriate place for him to start was the basement. George was trapped and lost there. Then there was the chip in the corner of the wall that had the potential to blow up the mansion and all the things and creatures inside. After five wasted minutes Theo couldn't let his precious seconds go to waste. He returned to the basement in a real hurry. The conditions in the dimness were still the same as the last time he was there. The chip in the body of the wall and the digital analog continued to show that every moment lost was a very important thing to take into account. Theo scurried quickly through each side of the cellar. At a hidden corner he decided to dismantle some of the stacked objects, some of which were difficult to remove—which although successful did not allow Theo to find the whereabouts of the explosive chip triggers. He