Rose drew air into her chest cavity. Theo's question... thankfully the man still remembered the extent of her condition after barely having a chance to breathe freely.
"Yeah," Rose replied almost inaudibly. "Could you please get the jailen for me?" "I moved it to the closet when Oracle was here." Rose spoke more or less like a mumble. The huge jailen took up a lot of space on the bed, which would not be able to accommodate the bodies of the four of them during the nightmare night."Jailen?"Theo's tone of confusion came out freely. Rose forgot to tell Theo that she had named him 'Jailen' for his huge birthday present. "The over-dosed doll you gave me." Rose clung tighter to the thick blanket covering half of her body. Rose was only wearing an oversized white t-shirt and black underwear. She was unable to get up to do what she was supposed to do. Theo himself took the initiative to put the cloths on. Even during that time Rose had"Your body is hot, Sugar. You have a fever...." It had only been an hour since Rose had drifted off to sleep with Theo's heartbeat and hers thumping loudly. Rose had to accept the shock as Theo positioned himself to sit against the headboard. Rose's arms were still tightly wrapped around him, carried along by the changes Theo was making. His half-slumped position forced her to look up between the fingers touching the tip of her chin. Theo's attentive gaze offered many things. One of them made Rose unable to stare any longer. "I'm fine." Rose lowered her head, placing her face in direct contact with the surface of her husband's bare chest. Rose's arms tightened around Theo's hips to gain as much comfort as possible. The intoxicating scent of the body, to the unmissable warmth made Rose almost close her eyes when Theo suddenly broke away. Theo seemed to be searching for something to find. Some cloth lying on the floor the man picked up and c
"Come here," Rose said, patting the mattress. The brief movement made the bed sway slightly. Theo was already right by her side, clutching her arm and playing with the top of Rose's head. "Sleep, Sugar. I'll keep an eye on you here." "You're not sleeping either?" "I will later. You first." Rose wasn't going to argue with anything Theo said. Those eyelids were fresh... it seemed like it would be hard to get Theo back to sleep. "Yes, already. I'm going to sleep. You're—watch your back." "What else am I going to do with you?" A brief snicker provoked Rose to give her husband's clay belly a light pinch. Little fights were always Theo's making. The iron man would suddenly act like cotton wool in her presence. "You never change. Always annoying!"*** "Just looking for a prostitute's true identity, that's something you can't do?" A cold tone broke out in the dimness of madnes
"Are you sure you want to meet the master in his office, Miss?" Rose decided against pouring maple syrup into a small jar. She had already prepared several slices of pancakes in a lunch box, including fresh fruit to complement her husband's breakfast. Rose smiled faintly at the middle-aged woman who was faithfully waiting. "Of course, Beatrace. Theo must remember that he has stomach problems. Can't accidentally miss getting food into his stomach just because he's so busy." Only then did Rose return to busying herself with the bottle in hand. "I know Theo loves pancakes. He won't be able to refuse food from me." Rose set aside the maple syrup to fill the tube nestled between the cracks of the lunch box. Tidying everything up, until there was nothing left for Rose to do. "The master says you're not well, doesn't he, Miss?" Beatrace's question momentarily froze Rose. It wasn't entirely true. However, occasionally Rose still felt the dizziness coming on.
Right in front of Theo's office. In the space between the glass doors, a beautiful, dexterous woman rose to bow respectfully to Rose. "Good morning, Mrs. Witson." Rose's eyebrows knitted deeply. She smiled stiffly, then looked at Lion uncomprehendingly. "Why does she know me?" asked Rose in a half-whisper. As far back as Rose could remember, Theo had never introduced her to anyone else. Even looking back, when they were at the altar only certain people were able to get Rose's attention—not including the woman who was her husband's secretary, Sonya. "Mr. Witson is receiving guests, ma'am. Would you perhaps like to wait or leave something?" "I feel old being called that. Just call me Rose, it sounds better." Rose tucked a few loose strands of hair forward. The look in Sonya's eyes was too formal, Rose wasn't used to it. She looked down for a moment to compose herself. "I'll just wait here." Rose said very quietly, never expecting to say anything untowar
Unfortunately, the truth came out and almost completely destroyed Rose. The lunch box packed in the small bag in Rose's hand came loose and hit the floor, pulling Rose's ability to struggle. The surge of Rose's breath came roaring out. That face... was currently helpless before her. Scared and looking down, the only thing Rose could find in the man she had been searching for. George .... The heat of Rose's mind overflowed. She clenched her fingers, then a storm of anger gathered in a dynamic centered on one main axis. Nimble and uncontrollable as Rose was, she pulled the cloth collar on the body of the man who had done nothing. Silent, occasionally glancing at Theo. "I got you." Rose really couldn't help herself until she lunged into the gap of George's legs and shook the man's body violently many times. What a pleasant coincidence. Rose's voice was shrill as the commotion erupted. Rose had been quite patient so far, for that matter she was so eager to weaken
"Don't let him go." Rose woke up to the rest of the painful memories, instantly paired with a pair of gray beads that struck her face sharply. She didn't know how Theo had come to rest on the arm of the sofa—not on top of her, but trapping Rose between a large body covered in a long shirt rolled up above the man's elbows. "Where's George? I have to get him!" Once Rose attempted to rise, she was confronted with the solid, firm surface of his chest as a shield. Rose's breath caught, running out of ways to deal with whatever she had to accept. Should Rose blame herself for the stupidity of letting George Keneddy get away without a sliver of hope that she could hold on to him. "I want to see George." Rose's brown eyes blinked for the umpteenth time. She wanted to go back in time to just a few moments ago. Such a terrible failure had led her to a similar dream. "I want to see George." Rose mumbled under Theo's watchful eye. Her husband watched silentl
Theo was not foolish to attribute the qualified truth to the worst, and he chose not to know anything. Except this time George Keneddy's involvement seemed to reopen the case that Theo had deliberately suppressed. The murder and the tattoos Rose had mentioned. Especially the scalp tattoo that Theo had never seen. He began to think the two were connected. "So you sought me out to take the life of your parents' murderer?" Sharp and hissing, that was the kind of thing that made Rose have to hold her breath. For the sake of her sanity Rose couldn't stay silent, letting things get more complicated. "I want to meet George. Find out who the leader is and yes, you have to kill them for me." Rose's consistency was still the same. Slightly fiery said that wish while clutching the shirt tightly to her husband's chest. "What price will you offer?" She began to dare to negotiate. In front of Rose, Theo's eyebrows were raised high. "How much will I offer? Can I make i
"Why are you taking me back to your mansion?" Along the way Rose had been plagued with confusion. Her question was only asked when the car was parked in the grounds of a large, towering building. "He's inside." Briefly. Theo opened the car door taking Rose with him. Instead of entering the main gate, they went to the right wing where a door opened that led them into a dark hallway. "Where are we going, Theo?" asked Rose, squeezing tightly the fingers that were joined and clasped between her knuckles. "The basement." It came as a surprise to Rose, as she had never known such a room existed while living with her husband. "How come George is here?" "I commissioned Lion to get him while you were unconscious." So .... Rose wanted to speak up again, but in front of her was the helplessness of George Keneddy who had been completely paralyzed. Rose glanced at Theo as the man knelt beside George Keneddy. The gag forcibly pulled aw
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
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