All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Rose's jaw was deliberately gripped, making their eyes squeeze together. The more Rose didn't say a word, the more Theo's face darkened-Rose realized Theo was getting out of control. "What do you care, he's a nobody," she said, wearing a defiant expression. "What do I care?" The man grinned mysteriously. "What if I say you're my wife again? I have reason to be angry, when my wife is with another man." Theo's statement seemed to kill her. Rose tried to be unaffected, but there was not a shred of lie to be found from the blind glare, who didn't look away - locking Rose in a tight corner. She felt shipwrecked, simply climbing a mind that felt stuck. "You've got to be kidding, right?" Rose traced the face of the adonis before her, hoping Theo would justify the question she asked. "Look at the ring on your finger." Theo's grip loosened, followed by a movement of Rose's body, w

The car, which could reach speeds of up to 400km/h, suddenly stopped. Theo's body was restrained. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. He stared hard at the reflection of his face in the rearview mirror. Anger was still gathering in his ashen eyes-how stupid, to have believed the photo, which had managed to destroy his composure. Ever since Rose had mentioned Sirea, it wasn't the intimate photo that Theo cared about anymore. Sirea had never worked for his company. But she had an attachment to someone who Theo believed was the mastermind of the misunderstanding Rose was accused of. There was no telling what kind of plan Magdalena had hatched earlier. Theo was quite appreciative of how the two cousins, Magdalena and Sirea, worked together, putting a strain on his relationship with Rose. Or if Theo had to put it in perspective, Sirea was assigned to disguise herself as someone who could get close to Rose. It almost worked. There was no way Theo was going to let Sirea, and the man

"What do you have to gain by trapping me in marriage?" The man finally chuckled. "What's in it for me? I got you, that's all what I deserve." How proud Theo's face smiled viciously as he turned to look at Rose. "But it's okay, I won't stop you, if you want to end things. I mean, it's fine, if you want a divorce. Just be patient. After me and that damn woman are done, and I introduce you to my father. You can go ahead and file your lawsuit with the court, Lion will assist you." Is that how people with money are? For them, divorce is not a complicated matter. When something doesn't fit into the agreement, or there are other things that don't fit into the path that intersects with the harmony of marriage. They easily throw out the word 'separation', as if being one and being united, is something that has no honor value. Rose shot Theo a piercing look. "Divorced and your widow, is that it?" she asked, her anger never ending,

"The Witson family is not a harmonious one. Since the great mistress is no longer around. The only person who understands the master is his younger sister. But that didn't last long either, because he had to go back to feeling lost. All of us here don't really know what he is really like, Miss." For some reason this time Rose found bitterness in the smile Beatrace displayed. If Beatrace could not confirm anything about her statement. Rose felt unsure of what she had been thinking about Theo. Could she still be in the scope of deception? She wasn't. Rose's nerves dulled and blinked a few times. The air felt claustrophobic again. "Beatrace," she called, holding back the trembling tone that almost broke out. "Do you know who Dara is?" Rose hoped Beatrace would tell her the answer she wanted. Unfortunately the woman only smiled with a meaning that Rose couldn't now decipher. "You can ask the master dire

"If I was jealous. I wouldn't have let you do it more than once." Theo's exhale hit the surface of Magdalena's face. Every time she remembered how deeply she knew Theo, Magdalena felt like she had been told a thousand lies. She simply didn't understand his way of thinking, or anything directly related to her ex-husband. "I'm sure you're jealous. Just like you deliberately showed me the kiss marks on that prostitute's body to make me hurt." Magdalena tried to convince herself. Theo was hers, always would be. "She's not a whore. She's my wife. You need to underline one thing, I like to make art on her body, not to make you jealous. But, I guess explaining all that to you is pointless. You're too ...." Theo stopped his sentence. The facial expression was deliberately thoughtful. "Too stupid-perhaps." He grinned sarcastically. Still with the Italian dialect, which sounded sexy from his lips.