(Not) His Sugar Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

"I said get out!" "No way!" argued Rose. Approaching with explosive curiosity. Theo's appearance in her eyes had always been perfect. Different from the one Rose currently noticed. That stain... really invites curiosity. "Why are your clothes dirty?" Getting closer. Rose tried to touch the button of the shirt Theo was wearing. "None of your business. Go away!" The reality was that Rose failed when Theo chose to avoid. Every action the man made, pulling off the dirty shirt, did not escape Rose's sight. Half of Theo's shoulders and arms were covered in abstract tattoos. Rose couldn't quite grasp the meaning of the ink that blended with Theo's skin pigment. The tattoos she saw were already there, she didn't feel the need to meddle with them unnecessarily. Except, when the man approached the figurine on the bed. Theo seemed to be holding a small object, or Rose could call it a camer

"Lion, I need your help!" There was nothing to explain. Rose needed Lion to go back and break down the door to Dara's room. She had waited, thinking Theo would come out after everything was over. Until the commotion died down a bit, Rose got nothing. Not once did Theo respond to her efforts. Strangely enough, Rose didn't understand why a short sentence from him had such an effect. The waves seemed to crash over their pebble-stuck relationship. They were never okay, like two people who didn't belong together. If Rose hadn't been presumptuous enough to intrude on Theo's past. Maybe there wouldn't have been such a hassle. She didn't expect Theo to have more emotions than she had ever seen. "Come on, Lion, hurry!" Continuing to pull brought Lion to where he needed to be. Rose held her breath, feeling even more disoriented when she heard the same shattering sound, even worse. "Theo is inside. Hurry up and break down the door," Rose said half-urgently. They had to hurry, or somethi

"Theo?" Rose woke up wondering. In her sleep, she had dreamt of a very real commotion. Faint sounds, even still echoing, formed a trigger in her head. Rose moved to position herself to sit back slowly. Since the commotion yesterday, until the situation got better-Rose had to face Theo's attitude that never let her go. However, this time was different, Theo was nowhere to be found on the side of the bed. As Rose recalled, before she fell asleep. The man was still focused on playing with the laptop on his lap. "Mercy, sir. I won't do it again." A faint whisper of fear caught Rose's attention. Supposedly in the middle of the night like this, there was no sound that was still propagating as a wave emission, and was captured directly by her hearing. But Theo's distinctive baritone voice added to Rose's curiosity. She immediately moved, slowly towards

"You took me all the way from Milan to Toronto just to get that thing in your hand, Sugar?" Theo had been watching Rose's movements from the moment she stepped out of the apartment. Those unusual steps, several times barely holding her balance. Rose's wide-eyed stare and pale face never escaped Theo's attention. He also took a wide step, taking Rose's body into his arms with ease. "This is the result of not listening to my orders. You're pregnant, you shouldn't be exhausted like this." Theo's tone was firm, carrying Rose's body towards the exit. "Can't we rest here for the night?" "There's a lot of dust here. It's not good for your health. Besides, I asked you to sleep on the way, but you wouldn't listen." "That's because I didn't want you to take advantage of an opportunity," Rose muttered, ending with her face buried in the crook of Theo's neck. That pleasant body scent occasionally made her noggin clo

Rose rolled her eyes lazily when she heard the third sneeze from the same person after inhaling the spicy aroma, which was emanating from her half-finished spagetti. Rose just needed to separate a few pieces for a 'less spicy level' like Theo wanted, or her own. Then she added the chili seasoning and stirred the spaghetti thoroughly. "That's taking too long, Sugar!" a protest from the bar counter prompted Rose to turn around. "You can't even help me. So don't talk so much, just sit there. Wait for me to finish with your big portion!" said Rose exasperatedly. She still remembered every detail of Theo's answer when she asked him to take part in preparing the food. 'Can't turn on the stove.' That magical human could only blame passion and anger! There was absolutely no point in being at the kitchen table, except waiting for the dishes to be served. The impatient face, which even Rose