All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"How could you do this, Afi! Mom never taught you to lie. What were you thinking before accusing your master of such nonsense, huh!" The slashes of the belt rained down on Afilia's body in rapid succession. Beatrace vigorously vented the anger, disappointment and shame that tore at her pride. She had foolishly believed Afilia's accusations. However, when the truth was proven, Beatrace was like being struck by lightning. She should have maintained her faith from the start... Theo would never do such a despicable thing to her only daughter. That man was already willing to pay for Afilia's education all the way to college, what more could Beatrace say? "Throw your feelings away, you're not worthy to stand beside the lord. Remember you are no more than a servant's daughter." "I understand, Mother. Stop, please. I won't do it again." The first time she set foot in the execution chamber. Afilia realized all the equipment was a th

Five sleeping capsules lay on the surface of his palm. Theo shifted the capsules randomly with his thumb, hesitating to swallow the entire amount. He didn't know what was making his anxiety explode. The chest thumping was more intense than usual. Inevitably, the dose Travis had given him was simply not enough to make Theo fall asleep the way he wanted. He needed something more, increasing the number of capsules a little more probably wouldn't be a big deal. Theo's arm reached out for the glass of water on the nightstand. Preparing to consume the sleeping capsule, before someone pressed his lips. "I guess you really want to sleep in 'peace' forever," Rose quipped with emphasis. One free hand separated three capsules, leaving only two of them. "That's the dose Travis recommended to you, unless you can't count." Suddenly the gray eyes blinked. A deep frown appeared on Theo's forehead when Rose gave a faint smile.

"Dore, wake up, hey, you've overslept. Don't let me douse you with cold water." A soft voice whispered, provoking the gray eyes that were closed... to open slowly. Beautiful. One word that could turn the peaceful thumping in the chest into a nameless loud knock. Theo rose to take a cautious stance. The look of gray just like his was as foreign as pain. For the second time in as many years, the woman appeared wearing the most peaceful smile of the last seen. Why? "Dara?" "Yes, it's me." The light touch on the skin of Theo's cheek froze him in place. He studied Dara's beautiful face for a long time. He couldn't say anything, other than his eyes turning red. "Did you miss me, Brother?" Theo nodded repeatedly, confirming what Dara had said. Spontaneously his arms hugged Dara as tightly as possible. Theo buried his face there, between her shoulder and the open

The series of important points listed on the summary of the proposal offer did not fully capture Theo's attention. Occasionally, his eyes would squint, aiming at the face of a man who seemed to be hesitantly taking a sip from a cup of late cappuccino. Then the lips thinned to clear the remaining cream. "Has my father returned to Italy?" asked Theo as he closed the neatly bound sheet of paper. "Yes, sir." One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. The tension between unfocused twitching eyes made him link his fingers with his elbows resting on the restaurant table. "So, Keneddy, while my father was in Canada, what did you have to do to delay the meeting twice?" Theo paused for a moment. Reading the reaction on the face of the man called 'Keneddy'. Then he chuckled sarcastically. "Don't think of this cooperation as a kinship. I want everything to go according to procedure. Form a team to work on the swot analysis.

The corners of those dark eyes were constantly watching Rose's every activity at the bar counter. The casual movements and shady look on her face left her a little clueless. It had been more than 10 hours, the medicine she had been given should have worked effectively, or at least Rose should have felt severe contractions and bleeding. However, everything she expected never happened. Rose seemed fine, so what was wrong? With a stifled growl, Magdalena pursed her lips. She placed the glass of wine in her hand onto the pantry, then approached Rose who was staring at her no less sarcastically. "Looks like you're getting bold with me, bitch. Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Magdalena with a displeased chuckle. Glancing at her for a moment, Rose continued to sprinkle additional toppings on her waffle nonchalantly. "I've never been afraid of you, but I don't have time for trouble-making humans."