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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 seemedWide 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
Opportunities never come as second chances. Failure that is forced to continue, will only leave a feeling of defeat. Attempts to concoct an antidote with multiple trials continued to show negative results. Travis did not understand what kind of mistake he had made when mixing the additives and plant extracts. The tiny particles that precipitated from the ingredients did not secrete enough enzymes to neutralize the neuronal activity in the bacterial content. Only zero point one percent. Travis needed more compounds, ones that could counter the progression of toxins in Theo's body. Mr. O'Connor's arrival could not be expected. The middle-aged man would consolidate with his business partners in the land of windmills. The only way Travis could utilize it was to create his own antidote before 24 hours passed. Which, unfortunately, has not yet found a bright spot. Nearly six hours in the private lab with Xelle, made Travis fe
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
"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
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
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.
The wet touch silenced some of Theo's thoughts. He didn't expect Rose to make a sudden attack by moving to sit on his lap, and touching the back of his head, just because of the last statement he said. For a long time, Theo's smile widened involuntarily. Letting the lick of Rose's full lips last for a while, followed by a tongue that darted in - cramming the contents inside his oral cavity. "Good kisser, huh?" muttered Theo when Rose broke away. The faint look Rose gave him didn't stop Theo from trying to figure out what she wanted. "Tell me." Rose's whisper was barely audible, exactly with explosive curiosity. Because Theo was known as someone different from what she had seen a minute ago. If the man was crying just because he was watching something from the monitor screen that was forcibly closed. It meant that Theo had such deep feelings, for what-Rose did not understand. "Just let me
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.
Waking up under the warm, soothing gaze of her husband's eyes seemed to lead Rose astray into the gray beads and thick fur that seduced her defenses. She closed her eyes again and nuzzled the surface of Theo's chest more closely. Inhaling the masculine scent that never faded a bit until the only thing Rose couldn't escape was that intoxicating fragrance. Rose deepened the sweep of her face in search of the most comfortable position, at least until Theo embraced her with his arms, but he did not. Theo gently grasped her dark brown hair, which felt just right as the man's large fingers sank between strands and then rubbed the back of Rose's head lightly. "Still sleepy, Sugar?" Theo's baritone voice was crisp as if the man had been preparing for a long time to ask her just one question. Rose pulled herself up onto Theo's body. Let her husband lower his head slightly, and she would look up to start the conversation. "You've been up since earlier?" That swee
Rose woke up amidst the silence passing through her body. She scanned the perimeter of the living room still sharing the same oxygen and other things that wouldn't change. Including her husband—Theo on the side sitting back with his beady eyes closed so calmly, as if unaffected by the slightest movement from Rose who had just removed the arm band around that solid and firm body. She didn't know the last time Theo had immersed himself in the deep sea between them. Rose only remembers the little part of her that couldn't hold on any longer, then fell asleep clinging to Theo's body. While her husband was busy drumming on the keys of the keyboard, occasionally rubbing the top of Rose's head–offering a nod to the drowsiness and heaviness in her eyes. Rose's gaze shifted momentarily to an object on Theo's lap. It looked like Theo's coding work had been completed. A horizontal green line almost a quarter full filled the empty box lengthwise on the monitor screen. Then Rose as
"You brought Esme out of the cage to meet Mr. Zever, Miss?" Lion's one swift question seemed to intimidate Rose that she had just made a big mistake. While twisting the lid of the jar of snacks that had just been removed from a whole plastic packet, Rose deliberately did not let her gaze linger on Lion for long. Neither did she deny the accusation based on the 'truth'. It was Rose, and she had no intention of simply wishing for time to turn back to fix her empty knowledge. If Rose hadn't brought Esmeralda to the main room and sent Zever into a tizzy. Maybe she wouldn't have been hounded by her own thoughts about Theo waiting in the living room and her accompanying her husband on the hack. Last time Rose had told her everything. All about the problems they had to face together. And just like that—there wasn't much of a response from Rose after she ended her long string of sentences. Theo was silent, but Rose was sure he had processed all the information well.
"Can you, Theo?" repeated Rose. Without specifying an answer she wanted to understand what Theo was thinking. Theo's silence was like ice until the atmosphere in the room changed. "Theo ...." "We can't predict what problems will happen in the future." "Yes, I'll try not to put you in any danger. But I can't promise." "I'm talking about you. Not me." To not put her in danger. Rose didn't think that was what she meant. "I know. I can take good care of myself." "But you didn't even dodge when I shot you." Rose parted the blanket between them. Her gaze fell to where she had fired hot lead at Theo. Already back to full skin, the scars were invisible—perhaps Travis had given them an elixir. Some of the wounds on Theo's body weren't as gruesome, except for the part where the shredded wound merged with a fold of flesh. "I didn't dodge, because I knew you weren't a danger to me." "It just looks that way, doesn't it? In fact, I put m
Rose never looked away from the sleeping face in front of her. Theo had said he wanted to sleep, and he did just that after their intimacy ended. The intimacy while Theo was awake was exciting, but what was unforgettable was that Theo held Rose almost tightly, never once releasing the embrace until all Rose could do was stay still. Occasionally she would have to wail at Dara's figurine. Rose imagined how if Dara hadn't had such a bad experience, maybe she would have seen what a happy man her husband was without having to carry guilt for almost the rest of his life. Rose understands that Theo might be carrying all the wounds, especially Verasco's denial of his existence. And it was Theo who had to bear every bit of pain that Zever should have. Rose had already found the answer to the very first question posed to Theo. She had once hurt the palm that now often caressed her, when she lost Oracle and caused Theo to come face to face with Bouldog. Rose questioned why Theo didn't sh
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one