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Should Not be Together
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Rose's breath caught. But it wasn't that easy for Mr. Alejandro to take control. Theo didn't let it go completely, in fact one second that passed was the longest time the desert eagle in Mr. Alejandro's grasp threatened Rose's safety. Because at the same time Theo also rose to his feet, jerking the weapon in the old man's hand with incalculable speed. Not before Mr. Alejandro had pressed the trigger. The fruit of Theo's skill managed to pull out the extended magazine from the desert eagle algae, where the extra rounds were buried.
"You let me get to close." Theo growled sarcastically. Mr. Alejandro's extended magazine was now in the grip of his hand. The aura he possessed changed considerably. His face was cold. Moreover, his glare was too deadly. "You can take your daughter away from here, or this thing will hurt her. Oh, don't dream that I'll become a part of you. It'll never work." All of Theo's insults, complete and total, stirredRelated chapters
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"Yes. It's me." "How could you-" "I'm here at your father's bidding. Just came out after thinking you guys had left." There was a pause, which made Rose wait a while. She tried not to be distracted by the conversation of the two people out there. The woman's voice was unfamiliar, but Rose felt this was a good opportunity to take her mind off it. "How did my father find out about you." "This is all about Sean. Mr. Witson, I mean... your dad, needs me to bring him home." Still with the same pause. For some reason Rose found Theo's responses always took longer than the woman she knew named Charlotte. She shouldn't have forgotten, Theo was a thinker who wouldn't just blurt out a sentence. "So, Sean, is he here?" Rose didn't hear Charlotte's re
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"Marrying a prostitute? You're not fucking kidding me, are you?" The judgmental question greeted Theo as he stepped into Verasco's personal space. Feeling strange, Theo gazes around the room-realizing that Verasco has arrived earlier than him by the slimmest of margins. One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. This meant that Verasco still had time to do something else, before rushing in and sitting on his oversized chair as if he had been waiting for him for centuries. "Where have you been?" Instead of answering Verasco's sentence. Theo leaned in closer and bombarded his father with questions. "We're not talking about me. We're talking about you." Verasco stood up, taking a position staring out the window. "Divorced Magdalena, then married a Canadian prostitute. Are you crazy, or what?" A sharp comparison... Theo didn't need to ask any more questions about something he already understo
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Rose had no idea what Theo was thinking. The man was both cold and caring. He looked angry, but not really. Theo was right. Maybe they should leave the place with those sickening realities. "You haven't told me how you became so fluent in French?" Rose asked as the car began to drive onto the main road. "Sean's mother... I was with her. She was my nanny and taught me some French words." That name again. Rose recalled Theo's conversation with Charlotte at the bathroom door. She was quite disturbed, though she tried not to be. "Who is that woman. I mean... the woman who cares deeply for Sean?" asked Rose cautiously. Still with her attention on Theo and the focus the man had. "Which woman?" "The one who secretly kissed my husband's face." One of Theo's eyebrows shot up. Immediately, his expression turned f
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Theo pulled off the earphones and turned off the sound connection from Verasco. His breath caught in his throat as he glanced at the surveillance camera with emotions tugging at his common sense. This is called war. Fighting yourself until you reach the final decision. Theo's fingers clenched into tight fists. With a single blow the camera lens cracked. He pulled the whole thing off. Tore out the remaining wires, then without saying anything pulled out the firearm and handed it to Rose. "Hold this, Rose. You have 25 minutes to get as far away from here as you can. You can go into the forest, hide until things calm down." Theo stopped his sentence for a moment. He turned around, grabbing something from the back seat. A bouquet of red roses had been prepared, but Theo forgot to give it to Rose - thinking it would be a good time. "What exactly is going on, Theo? You always speak your language. Who was on the phone?" asked Rose as she rece
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Rose's footsteps never stopped going deeper into the forest. She left those people behind, knowing that she would be the next target of the search. The bouquet of roses she held was unconsciously squeezed tightly. The confusion did not remind her to spread the petals that fell alone - blown away by the night breeze. Where else would Rose wander through the forest in her pregnant state? She didn't even realize her glassy face was already wet. What was Rose really crying for, Theo's departure? Or was it because she was lost alone in such a vast and bushy place? The answer to Rose's confusion lies in the first question. How often had Theo sacrificed body and soul for her? And she was still the only person who had indirectly harmed Theo. Could time be rewinded? Rose wouldn't have gone to the Witson family dinner had she known that this mess would cost the life of someone who had only just begun to matter. Theo means ....
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The sound of a gun going off was almost deafening. Rose looked around for the source of the gunfire. Her curiosity grew as the hissing of the wind continued. At that moment Rose knew where she had to start. Step further away from the starting position. Rose's vision faintly caught the silhouette of the tall body of the man whose existence was being questioned by the inside of her head. A revolver raised to shoulder level appeared to be cocked forward. Rose didn't need to ask whose weapon Theo was using. Her husband owned everything, related to such items. "You left me alone for too long," Rose said. She didn't mean to make the body jump. Theo turned around as he lowered his arms down. "I always lose my guard when you're around. Not just this time," he protested. Didn't like how Rose was suddenly standing there without drawing on any of his intuition or sensing.
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