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With such a weakened condition, it was inevitable that Theo's lie was implied so clearly. Rose sighed, not wanting to discuss issues that would worsen the condition of the man before her. She smiled briefly, as if to emphasize-enough talk until the thick blanket was pulled up, covering half of the large body that drooped on the back of the bed. Whatever Theo's past was, Rose didn't want to get involved, let alone care. "You should rest. Travis will probably be here soon to check on you," Rose said, acting calm. "What's wrong with me?" "What's wrong with you? You've been unconscious since last night. Made everyone here worried, including your silly friend who almost smashed your face in. But I guess it's already ruined." Rose grimaced, noticing the bruises in several places and the tear at the corner of Theo's lip. Wasn't the man in pain after what he had received? He seemedRelated chapters
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Wide strides went straight ahead leaving behind a few points of anxiety. The remaining energy was forced into a frenzy, intercepting the trail that had almost reached the exit. Theo swung an arm forward, curling Xelle around him without hurting his opponent-he needed a brace to support his weight. "Stop, damn it. Rose could cut me alive until she finds out what's really going on," Theo said, slowly inhaling, neutralizing the constricted space. "Does my face look concerned? Fuck yourself. I won't stop, if it involves Rose's safety. I hope you haven't forgotten something that happened in your past." "It's absolutelly not your fucking business. You don't need to remind me about it. One thing you should know, Rose's scatterbrained woman isn't as easily touched as Dara. If you're still determined to tell Rose what happened. I'm going to divulge a fact to Bridgette that she doesn't know." "What fact?" Xelle's deep, hoarse vo
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Dodging as far away as possible from the roaring bear, shaking the whole building with the clomping of its feet as it continued to move forward. Rose closed and locked the door to the room designated as the infirmary. Her breathing quickened, neutralizing the pounding of her heart. Rose's attention was momentarily distracted, staring at the man sleeping on the bed-recovering from a weakened condition, completely in need of peace. "Rose! Open the door." The voice coming from outside made Rose jump. Xelle chased her into the all-white room. What would that man do after Rose had lunged at his prized asset? "Open up, Rose!" "No way!" Silence. Rose turned around, glaring at the half-wary dividing door. Perhaps Xelle was preparing to simply break the barrier between them. Based on her actions, Rose was sure that Xelle would not hesitate to drag her out, as the man usually did. She had to find a hiding place before she was trapped by the persuasive words Xelle would say. Rose
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"I think your brains are interconnected. They're both out of order, they're filthy. It needs to be washed with bathroom cleaner," Rose grumbled, slowly separating herself from the close proximity. Not wanting to risk Theo's condition which was no better than a few moments ago. The man only closed his eyes after the departure of the two people between them. Completely different, not his usual demeanor. "Theo?" called Rose reassuringly. His silence made Rose wary. She didn't know what was worse seeing the slow movement of the chest. "Can Travis put the oxygen mask back on for you?" "I'm more comfortable like this, Sugar." "Are you sure? I see you're getting weaker." A faint nod. Theo smiled faintly, barely noticing how the corners of his lips curved slightly. He was fine. Just feeling the slight oddity of a body that had simply shifted position. "I'm good. Just a little bit
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Reflecting on himself, Lion now understands what it's like to wish for something that is impossible. It's hard to put into words-hoping for humans is the worst part. As Verasco had requested, Lion would not contact the middle-aged man again just to find clues. Luckily, they currently held one piece of evidence-the artificial dart designed to release butolium liquid. Lion noticed the pointed weapon. Forced to take it out of the basement at Theo's request. Moving away from the dim light. Lion stepped up the stairs, then turned into a hallway with yellow lights on each pillar. Leaving the secret door. Lion walked straight, up a different set of stairs. The study was his main destination. Lion also grabbed Theo's laptop that was lying on the table. That was all he did before turning to leave the thickly blanketed cold. Lion's attention should h
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If Theo is not mistaken. He still has the photo of the gun logo archived in a zip along with a password if he needs to open it. However, the risk is still waiting in the wings. Reopening files and folders that have been hidden is like letting old memories that have not been completely buried come back to the surface. Unfortunately, the only choice Theo had was to continue or quit. When Theo decided to do so. Indirectly he dug a hole for himself, but if Theo just stayed in place the hole would break bigger. Adding to the problem, even hurting others. He couldn't let that happen, if the only culprit he could think of turned out to be true. VLDMR. There was no mistaking it. Vladimir was the brains of the subtle attack. The man, and his henchmen, should still be behind bars for the assault and murder of Dara, which Theo reported along with the cctv footage taken from the old building below six years ago.
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I ruined her dream. -Theodore Witson . . . The holy altar and the wedding vows that had just been said, were a testament to the struggle after the complicated story they had gone through together. Rose's smile widened feeling the euphoria that also flowed in her chest. Bridgette's happiness was truly something Rose could not express in words. One week after the troubles that took place in the mansion, it wasn't bad enough after Theo received an antidote from a strange man. A Mysthist that Rose doesn't know much about. However, Xelle seemed so familiar that he forgot about wanting to force Rose away. He seemed to trust Theo far more, who sometimes spoke through the language of the eyes. "I've never seen your face this bright." The voice beside Rose caught her attention. She glanced at the man sitting on the next bench.
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Rose had to admit that Theo was quite different by remaining silent when their position was intact. The last sentence from her was ignored, the man was busy sniffing Rose's body scent. Deeply nuzzling the surface of her flat stomach. "Take a shower." Rose played with the black hair warmly. She smiled as Theo looked up at her. "Take a bath with me?" The ash bead drowned Rose deep in the warm ocean. She pursed her lips as she pulled Theo's facial skin wide to the side. "I'm old enough to bathe by myself. Hurry up...." A faint shake of Rose's head brought her to fall on her back on the bed. Theo's thirsty face and the man's large fingers began to dig into a t-shirt depicting a black bear, just like Theo who was currently resting on top of her. "I told you to take a shower, Theo. Not—" Rose was silenced by the tongue thrusting into her mouth. The sound of a wet sniffle trails off—a greeting of desire igni
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Slowly Rose's eyelids slipped from their valves. The same Theo stared, silhouetted against each other in the mirror—Rose was lost in the seduction of the locking gray bead. "I was thinking of Oracle. He knows I don't like wearing earrings. Deliberately gifted me earrings so I'd wear them," Rose replied, successfully drawing one of Theo's eyebrows up high. "He's here, isn't he? Why don't you go straight to him." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly. Comparable to the smile on Rose's lips that curved again-this time briefly and too faintly. "He's back home ...." "Home?" Rose's body was slightly freed as Theo moved his face away from the crook of her neck. "Yes. Axe came to pick him up earlier." One step away she found Theo moving backwards. "Strange. Oracle came home because he was afraid of me, right? Did I hurt him too much?"Theo's quiet tone disturbed Rose's mind. She scrutinized the few times Theo's expre
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Rose didn't care how the swaying bed jerked like a violent swinging shock. She maximized each powerful gallop like a giant crashing into the earth. Theo's body was a soft target for her feet. The man moaned in a submerged voice. Yet, also with pleasure... sometimes asking Rose to move from one spot to another. "Up again, Sugar. Up to the shoulders." Rose chuckled, still doing everything Theo wanted. One foot stomped even harder on her husband's hot, sexy shoulders. "That's it," Rose said. One leap ended the earthquake on the surface of Theo's body. She flung herself down beside the sleeping man. "You said you will give me back my gift box!" "I need to know. Who gave you the gift?" "Oracle. Here, give it back quickly." Rose's arms extended to pull the red velvet box in Theo's grasp. Their positions were in sync, both using their arms as a fulcrum to lift their chests. "Let me open it." Theo's large fingers separa
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"No, you don't. You had your fill of acting like a baby last night." Rose ruffled the remaining strands of hair that still dangled over half of Theo's face. She looked down, searching for the most comfortable spot to strike. "Ouh, Sugar ...." A contrived hiss. Rose knew that no matter how much she clenched her teeth, it wouldn't give Theo much leverage. "Let go. I have to meet, Axe." "You son of bitch. I hope you don't leave before I get back." The chances of escape were slim in the conditions Rose had to face. She wasn't going to waste it, deliberately hunting her nimble footsteps leaving Theo alone lost on the bed. Rose reached for the doorframe. The hinges clicked after she positioned herself facing the man who had been calling impatiently. "You're taking so long." The stifled protest from the owner of the deep, raspy voice uploaded a barely perceptible smile on Rose's lips. "Sorry, Axe. I h
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"Open your eyes, Theo." The throbbing was still as loud as it had been the first time Theo had spoken. Rose's heart and head were fighting each other. Each fighting for the space that overlapped the boundaries she had created for herself. In between came a strange feeling, which Rose could not organize into a symphony. She was a jumbled mess of randomness. Should have reconsidered Xelle's sentence a moment ago, was it true that Rose was trying to stay with someone who made her get lost in her own feelings? .... No, she wasn't. Rose didn't want to be confused by all that reality. As far as possible, she separated the things that shouldn't be lodged in the deepest corner of her heart. Towards a kind of choice which is the most appropriate to win Rose's sanity. She didn't want to be conquered. "Wake up. Get up, Theo!" Rose squeezed the clay muscles in her husband's arm. Turning the curled up body to face the ceiling of the main room. "T
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"What conclusion?" A look of unequal color narrowed sarcastically. Rose's face was lifted a little roughly until she looked up and stared at each other. "It's so bad that even saying his name scares Oracle. And you say he didn't mean it?" Xelle's whisper was like a spark of fire. Quite disturbing if Rose had to admit it. She brushed off the lingering link of fingers, though Xelle's actions were not hurtful. "Theo didn't mean to. I was the one who misplaced the Oracle in our midst," Rose argued, not realizing how the blind finally blinked. "You're defending him, Rose?" Rose swallowed harshly. The glint in her eyes flickered quickly. "I'm not. It's just that you don't understand. I told you, that Theo did that out of his control. He had a nightmare last night." Rose held back the lump in the back of her throat. "You know I love Oracle, Axe, he's my son too. But please don't make a mess here. I've seen my husband hurt enough times. Not anymore. P
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"Travis." Rose pushed her way in, making the man behind the ledger jump. "Sorry, Travis. I was in a hurry." "What is it, Miss?" The light question came after Travis closed the thin sheet marked with a string. "Do you have any painkillers or anything to treat the bruises on Oracle's hands? Theo just had a nightmare and accidentally did this to him. I'm scared if anything happens." Travis's eyebrows shot up. "Mr.T just had a nightmare?" he asked. In stark contrast to Rose's haste. Travis was too calm to notice the extent of the bruise. "No need to worry, miss. You'd better see the master, I'll treat him." Travis smiled. She hesitated between refusing or agreeing. Rose glared at Travis and Oracle's faces in turn. She blinked. "Are you sure there's nothing to worry about?" "Yes, Miss. I can handle it. You should see the master. He may need you." Stunned, considering things from all angles. Rose finally sighe
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"Uncle T, you hurt me. Let me go!" "Uncle T!" Rose tried to understand the situation in the dim room. Faint squeals of pain clashed in the air. Rose frowned, as the almost uninterrupted movement in its entirety pulled her closed brown eyes wide open. In front of Rose several black events were fully recorded, broadcasting the silhouette of a rough resistance along with a small body that was trying hard to pull himself out of the grip of the subconscious. Rose's heart hammered violently. All the chaos overlapped to form ornaments in her head. She took definite steps, quickly bringing half the darkness to light. And then some things that Rose couldn't digest properly, appeared in a heap, jolting her feelings. On that torture—like bed .... Oracle was completely unable to resist the strong grip that could be seen from the muscles digging into the surface of the large, clayey, man—sized arms of the person there. The
