"You shit, Travis!" he swore repeatedly. Lion's jaw clenched. "Just give it to me, what the hell! You can find a regular blood type at the Red Cross Society or somewhere else."
"As for me? One thing you should know. The one who fought so hard, risking his life for the man you treated, is dying in the hospital. I need this blood for Mr. T!" Lion's voice boomed. "Now I ask you. Where else can you get this blood, huh?" Furious. Lion tugged at Travis's collar. Couldn't resist dropping a punch in the face. Travis was completely speechless. "What do you mean by talking like that, Lion?" From start to finish Lion's statement jolted Rose. Her eyes reddened, unable to keep the reminiscing water at bay. Rose's vision was blurry and glassy. She tried hard to deny it. However, Lion's anger really conveyed the root of the error. "Tell me what you mean, Lion!" Rose pulledTravis's reaction wasn't much more than an exasperated sigh. "Why, Miss? I shouldn't keep a picture of my own fiancée? I mean, someone I once had an engagement to." Rose was speechless. Never really knowing who Travis' feelings were bound up with all this time. That expression and that look in his eyes were filled with pain. Rose didn't mean to hurt him. "I made a promise to my fiancée to always give my best. At least not get Mr. T or Mr. Zever in big trouble. But now... that promise is broken. The blood that was wasted, can't be replaced with anything." Travis pressed a deep face. His statement made Rose realize... a great gulf lay before them. There was no telling what the doctor would say once he got out of the place that Rose found so threatening. She tried to recall some of the facts Travis had revealed moments ago. About the blood and its rarity. The longer Rose dug into what she'd forgotten, the more options and
"There is good news, sir. The dark world is in mourning. Polensius Vladimir... was reported dead last night. And his body will be buried soon." The corners of the old man's lips tugged upwards. He had been expecting this news for weeks. Exactly today, instant victory was increasingly in his favor. He was completely satisfied with Vladimir's death. Since learning Theo had reopened the syndicate his son had. Verasco's chance to avenge Dara's departure is wide open. Verasco was never happy with Theo's decision a few years ago. Putting Vladimir behind bars, then choosing to live a peaceful life like most normal people. It really didn't make up for his loss back then. The sound of the gavel was a painful one for Verasco. But he had no choice, other than not wanting to get his hands dirty and feeling that Theo had full responsibility for the life of his beloved daughter. Verasco's patience paid off. He did not misread the d
Rose turned to find Verasco pursuing with wide strides. The pace of Rose's feet quickened as her heart pounded. What did Verasco want... Rose didn't want to think about the question that was running through her head. She slowly and silently unscrewed the lid of the coffee cup, then repeatedly spat in it. "Stop, slut." The stomp hurt. Verasco didn't care that Rose's wrists would be crushed in his hands. He stared at the woman's mesmerizing face with ambition. The more Rose struggled, the less he would let her free. "Let go." Rose's cries filtered into a seductive, lilting voice for Verasco. However, he never expected that one choke from her would be repaid with humiliation. A splash of pitch-black water on his face provoked Verasco's anger. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Rose said not entirely guiltily. It had been warned from the start... this kind of action was to subtly protect herself. "Bitches d
"Serve me. How much do you want?" Verasco didn't let Rose get away from him in the slightest. He gripped the woman's jaw tight. The blood at the corner of Rose's lips was satisfying. Perhaps a slap on the same spot would hurt Rose more. Plak! "I like this." Verasco moved numb fingers. His blow sent Rose's body crashing to the floor. "Come here!" "Why not leave my son?" "I will give you a lot of money. Serve me and leave my son." Always the blonde hair was the target of Verasco's mad desire. The pain stripped away strand after strand of hair that dangled behind the back. Verasco smiled sarcastically as he found Rose's blood flowing downward. "It looks like it will be very enjoyable to be served by a slut in this condition." Verasco's thumb pressed deep into Rose's lower lip. Forcing Rose to kneel at his feet with a rough pounding. Verasco's
Rose rubbed her face in relief, feeling like she had escaped the crocodile's nest and reached a more decent intersection. The VIP room door was right in front of Rose. She waited a bit for her heartbeat to calm down. Rose's breath came in, slowly pressing down on the doorhandle that had been immersed in her hand. "Theo, are you awake?" She thought so. But it wasn't true when a nurse just smiled as she tidied up the rest of the examination equipment. Rose slowly approached, rarely noticing the brief glances the nurse gave him. "Don't keep looking at him, Suster. If he finds out, he'll be embarrassed. My husband is shy," Rose said with emphasis. Either she was speaking the truth as Theo had shown her, or she felt Theo belonged to her, so she shouldn't behave that way. Rose rubbed the top of Theo's head. Curling the corners of her lips, as if something bad had never happened to her. The blue bruise may have been on her f
"Thanks for bringing my clothes and my makeup, Travis." Rose came out with a new look. Her makeup was deliberately applied rather thickly, to cover the bruises that were still there. Rose's footsteps slowly brushed the distance of a few meters from the blankar. "Please don't let the matter get into Theo's hands. I don't want any more trouble." She stretched out an arm and rubbed the top of Theo's head. Her husband's condition was still the same. Reluctant to record Rose's presence and waiting. The only action Rose could take was to give him a light peck. "I'll see Sean first." Rose didn't know if it was a tactic or a true request. But Sean's tone sounded so sincere. She couldn't completely refuse. "When Theo wakes up let me know, Travis. I'll be right back here." Rose smiled faintly, then rubbed Theo's jaw for a moment. "I'll go first." She spoke right into Travis' face. "Wait, Miss ...." The man hesitantly scrutinized th
One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. The desire to see Rose grew by leaps and bounds. He hadn't thought about how to crawl there. For all Theo knew, Rose cared far more about Sean. But a sense of distaste began to creep up and besiege his emotional control. "Tell me where?" He gave him a sharp look, which held Travis frozen in place. "The third room after this one, sir." He had to, even though he had to. Travis hesitantly followed Theo from behind. His footsteps halted as he realized Theo was just standing there in front of the door to the hospital room they were in. Something had just angered his master—evident from the fist tightening, then unclenching as Theo moved away. Leaving the residual scent of the man's body there. "What's wrong, sir?" "Going home." The single word represented the regret that had burst forth. Theo passed Travis's body accompanied by a piece of cold, smoldering atmosphere. ***
The whisper seduced Rose into shutting her eyes. She was not fooled at all. The thrill that had once been there was gone... nothing could make her feel lulled. Rose's fingers brushed against one of the clasped arms. "I'm sorry, Sean...but I'm not." "Let go!" She was already trying to separate such a link. And the more Rose tried, the tighter Sean held her. "I'm your sister-in-law, Sean. You shouldn't be doing this. Let go of me." "No, you're not. You're mine." The voice maintained a tight grip that provoked disgust. "Let go. Please respect Theo. He kept his promise to me to bring you home. Even risked his life to save you." "He promised you, that means you do care. I know you still love me. You can choose to come back to me or stay with T." Witson's descendants, it seemed... without exception, were so stubborn and full of ambition. Rose couldn't help but step on Sean's toes—at that moment relief filled her chest cavity. She
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
"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