"You hurt me, you fucking whore!" George pushed Rose's body away. He rose to his feet, towering over her with a haughty glare.
"Is this what a high-priced whore looks like?" asked George sarcastically, then squatted down so close to Rose. His own, freed, was left hanging. "How can the owner of a nightclub here entrust the satisfaction of customers to a woman who only has a pretty face, but her skills are those of an amateur?" George grabbed Rose's jaw roughly. His lips snarled in annoyance when the woman he thought he could dominate put up a fight, shaking off his grip with a single squeeze. "Fucking bitch!" "How dare you fight me!" Rose stared at George's angry look without hesitation. The snarl had absolutely no effect whatsoever on the courage she possessed. Rose was not a weak woman, nor would she allow herself to be bullied by the haughty attitude of a manWhat is our love never went away? ________________________ "After this I will keep a close eye on you guys. The company's statistics must increase, at least stabilize without decline." "And you, James, I will not hesitate to fire you, if you once again fail to improve the company's finances." "Yes, sir. I will work harder." "Good. Now you may leave." The managers in each division bowed, walking away after facing Theo's fiery anger. Each of them had been assigned the additional task of evaluating and re-planning their divisions. Theo read their retreating movements, waited for the meeting room door to close, and then his attention turned to Amerald who stood by doing nothing. "Now pack up your things from here." "You're being transferred to a branch company as head of human resources."
"Rose." Aiden's voice pulled Rose back to reality. The woman blinked. Then smiled slightly in response. "What is it, Aiden?" asked Rose curiously. "What are you going to do now that you know where George came from?" "Nothing. You heard earlier, I said I was just curious," Rose lied. She changed her position to a sitting position, noticing Aiden's body gestures moving unusually. "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing. By the way, you're going to be off for a while. I'm giving you permission not to work until you're fully recovered." The tone of voice did not want to be contradicted making Rose nodded hesitantly. She had a dilemma, whether to keep working or not. Her first search was over, so why would she serve men? "Rose," called Aiden once more, he swallowed harshly as he watched the beautiful face that looked so pale.
Aiden sighed wearily. "You're thinking too far, Rose." Then he clucked in displeasure, simultaneously giving Rose a pitying look "Wait here. Don't do anything. I'll go find a doctor." Rose buried her face in her arms, which rested on her knees as Aiden left her alone in the infirmary. She wept bitterly at the thought of a fate that shackled her in misery. How could Theo leave her flesh and blood as a parting gift? What should Rose do when she herself was so consumed with anguish? Should she reach out, looking for the true father who had planted the seed, until it grew into a baby? She didn't. Rose pressed her face deeper. There was no way that could happen. She was sure Theo would be prejudiced, calling her a cheap whore who came begging for money. No, he wouldn't. Rose wouldn't let any insults be
"Dad was waiting for you from earlier, and here you are. All day in bed, not going to work and doing nothing. Why are you being lazy, Zever?" Theo buried his face deeper into the bolster he was hugging tightly. Verasco's string of sentences added weight, making the dizziness spread further in his head. Verasco was wrong. Not a day, but half a day at the office with a condition that never improved, forcing Theo to return to the mansion without doing any work, other than staying on the bed and hoping the nausea would go away soon. He wanted to neutralize himself by trying to sleep. However, the symptoms that attacked him and the feelings that thrashed him a few days ago couldn't stop tempting him to stay awake. Theo missed Rose. He really did. Rose's scent, body and voice far away almost drove him crazy. Moreover, Verasco's sudden arrival seemed to take al
The reflection of the body in front of the mirror showed a great revelation. There was a small creature, which had grown long enough to become a part of her body and life. Rose smiled briefly as the strokes on her flat stomach created a warm sensation. She took a deep breath, slowly coming to terms with her chaotic state, though she never expected to be caring for her flesh and blood alone. Rose had thought she really had the same fate as Bridgette, who had to endure pain. Searching for direction so desperately, and unable to control her feelings of devastation and disappointment. They should have been different. Rose convinced herself not to fall into the trap of wanting to end her life. Bridgette's screams when she found out the truth - she was pregnant from Xelle's rape, still lingered in Rose's mind. she didn't want it to end with her. It was enough that in the hospital she acted like a fo
The one month that Rose had promised, was almost at the end of the day. Sooner or later, no matter what, Rose would have to convince the Oracle of one fact, which he had rejected for the countless number of times as untrue. For a moment Rose was stunned. Not a little she felt... when Oracle was with her, another threat would come to trap the child in an unpleasant situation. She really did. Rose was afraid that something would happen again. It was enough that once and for all she had encountered a painful incident, where Oracle was held hostage. The rest of the time Rose didn't want it to happen again, let alone for her to act recklessly towards others just because Oracle was out of her reach. Theo... the man who was the victim of the rampage. Long time no see Rose was sure the stab wound she gave the man had healed far from anything.
Three weeks of letting ego triumph over longing was like forcing Theo to fall to the bottom of a cliff-there were so many bushes wrapped around him that he couldn't fight back. Theo sat motionless in front of his laptop. Day after day, he could only monitor Rose's movements from the hacked CCTV. The soundless video presented in front of him, sometimes haunted Theo to do one thing - go and meet her, even though it never happened. He still waited for Rose to call him, just to hear the tenderness that had become his addiction. Still waiting, no matter how easy it was for him to hack into Rose's cell phone, just to water a little bit of the dryness in his heart. Still faithfully waiting, no matter if his patience was fruitless. The woman who was so expected never lived up to expectations. Everything was beyond reason. Supposedly, having come this far, what else did Theo hold on to from his
Preparations that have gone so far, nurturing hope for those who have struggled, against the nature of the clause—some are covered in blood, some are nurturing pus to the point of kneeling, scratching just to be happy. In simple terms, fate has measured the extent of one's survival by creating two crazy elements between transit and separation ... when choosing one, others will call it selfishness. However, when choosing both, there are not a few who say it is hardship. Like today, exactly one month after the promise Rose made. She was going to present a sweet surprise to her friend, after experiencing the Oracle's rejection. Rose had succeeded. Now the boy was ready. More than ready when he heard the news of being picked up. Even now he was standing a few meters from the doorway, facing straight out. The smiling face with its impatient look really made Rose look like a lucky human being who was presented with a beautif
Rose didn't expect Theo to take her to the island of Ortogia, the historical center of the Sicilian city of Sirakusa, to enjoy the beauty of the Mediterranean sea. The scents by the sea were soothingly beautiful. Rose had not forgotten that Theo had not once let go of her body on the man's broad shoulders after walking along the old buildings on the islands of Ortogia. "Whose house is this?" asked Rose looking at a sturdy building that looked like it was meant for two people to live in. "Our house." There wasn't much Rose could say, except to bury her face deep in the hollow of Theo's neck. The masculine scent was still very much present, even after they had spent the whole day entertaining the guests, as if the perfume was very much at home on Theo's clay skin. "Want to go straight to bed or shower first, Sugar?" In front of a door Theo stopped and let Rose get on the floor. Between hesitation and the need for something fresh she finally looked up at Theo.
"Ready?" Rose nodded as Theo spoke over the top of her head. She was indeed standing with her back to Theo, holding the handle of a long cookie-cutter knife, while Theo's large fingers grasped each of her knuckles warmly. The multi-tiered cake, or not much different from a fragile tower, was being split open. The blade slowly descended downward to symbolize sharpness. Rose smiled almost melting into laughter when Theo whispered something funny to her, funny but Rose wouldn't tell anyone. Let her keep it to herself and make it an important fun moment. After the first slice of cake Rose and Theo should have been feeding each other. Instead Theo scooped out the cream and immediately applied it to Rose's lower lip. Rose's face was a mess, but that was exactly what Theo wanted. He took Rose's lips like he was taking a delicious cake. The sweetness of the sugar and butter mixture seemed to make Theo insatiable. He licks Rose so intimately—there's no end to it—that Rose
"It's enough. I'm full." Again Rose had to restrain herself as Theo's big fingers tried to push away the bowl of white porridge in her hand. "Just a little more, Theo. You have to finish your porridge." "Come on." Rose brought another spoonful of porridge closer, but that face refused. "Don't make me eat bad porridge, Sugar. It's tasteless." "That's why if you eat while looking at me, you'll get some flavor." "One more bite. I promise after this is over." "I don't believe it. You said that earlier, don't you remember?" Rose's wide grin completely fooled Theo. The man was exactly a child who had lost his appetite. It was very difficult to persuade him to open his mouth. "This time I'm serious about the last one. Ahk... open wide." Rose thought Theo would immediately accept her bribe. Instead, the man moved the elbow of Rose's hand, moving the bow of the spoon to Rose's own lips. "You should eat too." "I ate earlier," Ro
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." "