"This is your important document, Sugar. I forgot to return it the other night."
Rose's brown eyes squinted. Her exact folder was presented by an outstretched arm. From the shape of the thick size, perhaps the files of the folder were still intact. But what about her childhood photo? Rose snatched the rectangular object from Theo's hand. Partially unpacked the contents and placed it on the bed. She knew which document the piece of paper she was looking for was tucked away in. However, there were no memories left from the past. There was only emptiness there. Rose thinned her lips. "It must be you. Where are my childhood photos? Give them back!" "What if I don't want it?" Theo folded his arms across his chest. Challenging with a smile of satisfaction when Rose looked at him sarcastically. "I'll get your childhood photos. Where is it? Give it to me!" Whether she misspoke"Rilley, what are you-why are you with a man in-" Charlotte stopped the sentence-not wanting to continue. It should be nothing new to find Sean with another man on the bed in such an intimate position. Charlotte's sigh sounded harsh. If only he wasn't the bartender at the bar where she worked. Maybe the tightness in her chest wouldn't have been so intense. The three of them had been on a mission once, when Theo was at the bar as bait. Charlotte was in charge of flirting, while Connel was just the main man serving a glass of whiskey for nothing. Really. Charlotte had no idea Connel and Sean's togetherness would go to a different level. It even seems that Sean is far from feeling free to touch Connel's hand directly. What should Charlotte do? Is it this complicated to force herself to just be seen in Sean's eyes? If things like this keep repeating themselves. It seemed that Charlotte would not be able
Running. Sprinting towards the open door. Every now and then Rose looked back to find Theo's pace slowing down - far behind Rose's current position. Those broad shoulders seemed to rise and fall. Theo's hands were clenched tightly around his chest. The difficulty of breathing with something seemed to pierce the muscle nerves. Theo's movement stopped. One arm reached out, trying to pull out a sharp object-a type of arrow stuck on the right side of his back. Someone, who knows who, fired a 10 gauge dart that was quite wide in diameter and filled with a clear liquid that had diminished. Theo threw the object of origin to the ground, wanting to move on. However, his vision suddenly blurred-almost darkened. If only someone had not prevented his body from collapsing. "Theo." Rose's faint voice was still faintly caught. "Co-come in." Theo spoke brokenly. It wasn't his condition he was thinking about, but Rose w
The Lagos's Mansion. Deepest Forest in Milan.... "I'm coming." "No, Baby girl. I'll only be there for a short while. After that we go to Canada. You take care of your insignificant anxiety first. I told you, didn't I? Rose will be fine. Her cell phone isn't connected, but that doesn't mean you can't see her in person." Xelle quickly opened the car door. Bridgette's pregnancy, which was only discovered after all the troubles they had gone through, only added to her possessiveness. With the mansion's tight security, Xelle would not take Bridgette and Oracle anywhere if it was not for urgent matters. "I'll be going," he excused himself as he looked down, giving Bridgette's flat stomach a light touch. "Don't be naughty while I'm gone, okay?" Xelle gave the woman he loved so much a brief peck on the lips. Then got into the car, starting the engine - occasionally looking at Bridgette with a warm smile. "
I didn't expect you to be my love. ________________________ An hour's drive away. The outer perimeter was filled with armed troops, lined up like the expanse of a battlefield. Every corner was filled with several explosive shots. And on the left and right wings of the mansion, several guards passed by deftly. Xelle pulled himself out of the car. Walked quickly to Lion who was no less agile in approaching him. "Morning, sir." The warm greeting received a slow nod. "What's going on here?" asked Xelle matter-of-factly. Lion's face was highlighted fiercely, as the man looked down not wanting to answer. "I asked you a question. What the hell is going on here?" "A little accident, sir." "What kind of accident?" His hoarse, deep voice sounded cold. Xelle's eye-tails flicked alertly. Searching
One final blow landed as feet clattered into the same room. The sound of falling objects and shattering glass spread out to several points, pausing the emergency that had taken place moments ago. Both Travis and Xelle froze at Rose's presence, who glared at them with a stifled reaction. Her unfocused gaze, accompanied by a flushed face, slowly approached-from slow steps to quick movements. Rose's breath came in harsh gasps. "He's unconscious, and you hit him!" Rose's accusations were relentless. Pushing Xelle as far away as possible-separating the man from anyone's reach. "Unconscious what? He's not there anymore! I'll beat him until he comes back!" "Stop!" said Rose, holding back the body that was about to move. "He's not there? You mean ...." Her sentence hung in the air. Rose's eardrums seemed to be filled with ringing sounds after interpreting Xelle's statement which was full of disappointment. "Yes
"Dara ...." A faint voice from inside the room sounded uneasy. Rose stood at the door. She had just returned from cleaning up the mess of broken glass and wasted pancakes. She had only left Theo for a moment. However, when she entered the room. The slight movement of the body stretched out on the bed, caused a turmoil of feelings that Rose couldn't understand. Theo couldn't stop muttering the other woman's name. Beads of cold sweat broke the surface. Seemingly unsettled, lost in the most painful nightmare. "Dara...," Theo's whispering became clearer when Rose's position was no longer distant. Kneeling with various curiosities. How many women had been in Theo's life, apart from one of them being his ex-wife. Could it be Dara...? "Theo." Not daring to fully pat the bruised face. Could only call out, hopin
Nobody .... With such a weakened condition, it was inevitable that Theo's lie was implied so clearly. Rose sighed, not wanting to discuss issues that would worsen the condition of the man before her. She smiled briefly, as if to emphasize-enough talk until the thick blanket was pulled up, covering half of the large body that drooped on the back of the bed. Whatever Theo's past was, Rose didn't want to get involved, let alone care. "You should rest. Travis will probably be here soon to check on you," Rose said, acting calm. "What's wrong with me?" "What's wrong with you? You've been unconscious since last night. Made everyone here worried, including your silly friend who almost smashed your face in. But I guess it's already ruined." Rose grimaced, noticing the bruises in several places and the tear at the corner of Theo's lip. Wasn't the man in pain after what he had received? He seemed
Wide strides went straight ahead leaving behind a few points of anxiety. The remaining energy was forced into a frenzy, intercepting the trail that had almost reached the exit. Theo swung an arm forward, curling Xelle around him without hurting his opponent-he needed a brace to support his weight. "Stop, damn it. Rose could cut me alive until she finds out what's really going on," Theo said, slowly inhaling, neutralizing the constricted space. "Does my face look concerned? Fuck yourself. I won't stop, if it involves Rose's safety. I hope you haven't forgotten something that happened in your past." "It's absolutelly not your fucking business. You don't need to remind me about it. One thing you should know, Rose's scatterbrained woman isn't as easily touched as Dara. If you're still determined to tell Rose what happened. I'm going to divulge a fact to Bridgette that she doesn't know." "What fact?" Xelle's deep, hoarse vo
"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." "
"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