All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Light strokes kept repeating from the top to the back of the head. A woman's adoring smile never ceased, gazing at the face that so weakened her sanity. A handsome face that could be traced at close range for the first time. What a beautiful man she admired in silence. Could she someday have that man? The tired look was so obvious. The woman who was now dropping her delicate fingers on a jaw that felt rough, did not want to do anything else for the time being. She was afraid of waking up the man who had fallen asleep on the bar table in an uncomfortable position. Had been hiding. The woman witnessed for herself how Theo finished the remaining pieces of fruit in a half-dreamy state. It was to her advantage that Theo did not choose to leave. When should she be able to appear before Theo as someone she so desperately wanted to love? She shook her head uncertainly. There was a consequence to such an expectation. Hold on... she'd better lea

"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

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

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

"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