Rose waited for when Theo would enter the bathroom, only able to endure the pretense of keeping her eyes closed. In fact, she had been impatiently turning towards him ever since the sound of scissors biting into fabric, straying around the room.
One. Two. Rose mentally calculated the right time to find an opportunity. At least she didn't want Theo to notice her strange behavior. What would Theo say if he found out Rose wasn't really sleeping. Her husband would throw back a phrase that was certainly true. Rose's attitude was a form of release from the pent-up meeting. Rose was still calculating, very carefully taking advantage of the situation. She never thought that Esmeraldaralda's howl was an opportunity that couldn't be missed for nothing. "Where are you going?" she asked quickly, sensing a small movement from the bed. "Open the door." Rose needed no explanation as to why Theo would do such a thing. EsmeraldRose's attention turned to stare at the face that was glaring at her. Theo faintly thinned his lips again, considering the most appropriate answer to not make the situation worse. "Stupid car." He began. "A little tired, I couldn't control it at high speed." That was Theo's conscious answer. At least he hadn't refused or Rose would have slowly crawled into that complicated personal dive. "Then you had an accident?" Rose traced the ripples on Theo's face deeper. Searching for something she couldn't find. "Yeah. Travis kept me from going anywhere." It wasn't a surprise anymore. Rose was used to it—perhaps. "That's fine. But next time please be more respectful of my existence. You're not a single guy with a free pass. Let me know if you're having trouble, that's much better. Don't just stay quiet, and suddenly come in this condition. You know I don't have superpowers to read the future, can't guess what will happen later."
Rose's smile lingered for a long time, the curves on her lips refusing to fade at the thought of her decision last night. She had resolved to keep more boundaries between her relationship with Theo. But when he was next to her, it all faded away. Rose couldn't help herself, although sometimes the image of her past status still jolted her consciousness. Not knowing when Rose became so inconsistent. She was influenced by some things, especially if Theo behaved the way she wanted him to. "You—why did you leave me sleeping alone in the room, Sugar?" A question followed from behind. Rose gasped as one arm curled around her flat stomach. The wet touch of a swirling tongue gave a tickling sensation on the back of Rose's neck. Theo's activities interrupted her at the kitchen table. She was busy with the bread dough that was about to turn smooth. "You look exhausted. I didn't have the heart to wake you up, and surely you must know I couldn't possibly wait for y
Rose smothered the face that appeared without guilt—Theo smiled with a ruffled black hair. It made him look even wilder, especially since his tiredness was still faintly visible. "Hurry up, don't bother me here," Rose shooed him away. Theo, on the other hand, pressed Rose's legs together, which had been open, and made room for the man to move before. Theo plopped down on top of his woman in a sideways position, as if every inch of Rose's body was a soft cushion that couldn't be ignored. "You can put that damn thing in my personal space. It's just annoying." The grumbling tone was almost unheard of for Rose during their time together. She kind of liked it that way. Wanted to hear it one more time. It didn't seem possible when Theo actually buried his face between the crack of her leg. "Your personal space is locked, sir." Rose thought Lion had dared to stare at her with Theo. The poor man stood up as if in his original position. "Slip the paper un
Rose had yet to fully land her soft, full lips. Her body fell into a warm lap, and one arm reached out to her deeply. "Can you feel me, Sugar?" The bite on Rose's earlobe reddened the entire surface of her face. Something hardened down there seemed to be struggling, urging Rose's presence every now and then. She was trying to escape from Theo's wild turmoil that provoked a sense of unease. "Just once, Sugar." The wet tongue was already twisting to play the role of seduction. Sucking sounds craved the surface of Rose's neck skin. Theo's fingers slowly slid into the oversized T-shirt and bra that was loosened from its hooks. The soft, supple nub felt just right amidst the tightening grip. Each of Theo's squeezes had an intoxicating effect—rough and adoring blended together. "Come on, Sugar. Just one time. Take off your pants." Sensual lips whispered to send a distress signal. Rose shuddered. "I'm not sure. One ti
Rose was liberated as Theo broke away. Her husband was busy removing the entirety of the fabric pants, having perched halfway down her hips. Sexy buttocks spread out before Rose, chunks of them showing as the man half-walked. Rose tried not to be affected. However, her face heated up as Theo turned around. The door hinges were already bumping into each other. Damn it Rose still wasn't calm at the thought of the madness that was about to ensue. The shaft was erect, hard and so ready. Was it appropriate for Rose to be quietly lulled by such a sight. Especially the arm in the cast, adding a different feel—one Rose couldn't describe in detail. She looked down deeply, reaching for anything to open the container covered with plastic wrap. Focus on the dough! It was better, rather than showing how the red tinge on the face sprung up. "I did what you wanted. But you still keep yourself busy." Theo hissed. For the blessed time Ro
"Where are you taking my suitcase and Theo's suitcase, Lion?" Three days since the hot mess in the kitchen, Rose thought things were still going well. Her closeness with Theo had changed considerably. Two individuals who were united in a bond, like they had just dived between their differences. She didn't fully know Theo, that was true. But for this sudden departure—if Rose's interpretation wasn't wrong. Theo should have informed her and asked her to prepare. However, the man hadn't been seen since Rose had woken up. "Lion," Rose called out in half pursuit. Lion seemed to be pressed for time, so he didn't hear or even see her. "I'm talking to you." Rose's pat on Lion's shoulder line made the man flinch. "Oh, Miss, sorry." Rose nodded in understanding, returning her attention to the suitcases in Lion's hands. "Where are you taking it?" she asked curiously. "To the cabin, miss. We're going back to Italy." "This su
Rose rubbed the back of her neck lightly. Waiting for the right time to speak up. "Theo are you there?" she asked faintly as she heard a sound that soon disappeared. Theo's robot date was in the same place, so the man's whereabouts should be too... "Theo." Rose's unanimous decision just touched cold handle and froze. At the same time the door was pulled from the inside. Theo appeared with an unreadable expression. What little Rose found was a reddish mark to several cuts around the skin of the neck. Rose swallowed harshly again. What had happened, how it had happened was still a burning question. "What are you doing inside?" Rose shifted slightly to see what the space enclosed by Theo's body looked like. It was dark. Only a few mirror images refracted out. "I've been looking for you." "Did you miss me?" That question .... Rose had expected Theo to utter cruel words, or perhaps be rude.
The scene before Rose added more and more unexpected parts that she had to underline as important. The residents of the mansion, some of them in charge of the core, and the ones Rose was most familiar with were gathered in one room full of howls. Among them, Esmeralda on the sofa with her own special appearance always snatched the lyrics of the song Lion was singing. Several knick-knacks were attached to the husky's body, a conical hat with stripes and a mix of bright colors was attached to the head that looked up high whenever her howl would dominate the situation. Everything that appeared before Rose was, yes, quite pleasant. But what never ceased to attract her attention was only one .... Theo who chose to sit on the single sofa. The man's gaze looked amused almost squinting as well as a smile that faintly appeared and disappeared. Theo's one free hand rested on one leg. The forefinger separated from the thumb attached under the jaw smothered his own lips. Theo never looke
"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." "
"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