All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Rose had to repeat the struggle of holding a huge weight beyond her stature. The blonde hair was still wet, the water dripping, not a little rubbing off on the big jailen's fur. Rose's breath hitched. Rose's steps traveled smoothly through the mansion. Unaware that a tall, looming figure with several men behind it was watching a large doll move under Rose's arrangement. Pushed back and forth by the impact that almost made Rose's body unsteady. She growled, raising her face from the side to find an annoying creature like Theo staring at her with a flat expression. The man was gulping down a glass of white liquid with chunks of ice floating in it. "Get out of the way! My path is blocked!" It wasn't Theo if he acted immediately. A little thought, then the man moved. "Make room for this dwarf and her giant to pass." Dwarf .... Rose growled in distaste at the nickname. She stomped as hard as she could, pressing deep into T

The imprints are deep as Rose turns the grip into a gentle touch—a strange buzz arrives that takes Rose to nirvana. Her lips parted wider. Theo's thrusts surged. The ragged breathing convinced Rose that Theo was ready to explode, to go through the same thing. Only the remnants of each other's huffs and puffs as a visual in Rose's head. Then felt free after Theo pulled the belt off. However, she was closed for too long—she had to neutralize the blurred vision. It wasn't until Rose got a clear view of the handsome, seductive face that she was able to see. She was silenced by a ferocious lash, so she spontaneously closed her eyes again. "You're not angry anymore? I mean, don't sulk anymore?" asked Rose, warmly touching the firm jawbone. Their bodies were still together. Who knows when Theo will pull out the rod that is still stuck. "That bastard wouldn't be able to hear his ex-girlfriend sigh." Not answering Rose's question. Instead Theo hissed as he search

"Why did you come back again?!" At the existence of one arm wrapped tightly around the other. Rose was stunned to receive her husband's face resting on her shoulder line. Theo's warm breath wafted in. The lips occasionally fell to kiss the recesses of the neck and sniffed the intoxicating scent of the body. "This is for you." The shopping paper lifted to float in front of Rose. The small bites on her skin never died allowing Rose to cup the tip of the Italian man's well—shaped sense of smell. "Your habit is giving me trouble." Because Rose has trouble covering the reddish marks that arise, if she has to wear revealing clothes in the summer. Rose pressed harder on Theo's nasal cavity, perhaps the man would soon break away. Theo was right to do so. However, instead of being freed. Next Rose's body floated on the bed. "I really hope you break your hand again!" Rose changed her position to sit right next to the sh

"No, I'm not. This is already neat. There's your suit that I can use later. Let's go." Rose led Theo forcibly through every corner of the room to the grounds of the mansion. The Bugatti chiron that Theo used most often was parked awaiting the master's arrival. Rose opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She still couldn't understand how Theo could want to cancel their departure so suddenly. "Are you sure you can drive or should I be safer?" Rose asked. She hesitated, occasionally glancing at the fingers gripping the steering wheel. "I can do whatever I want." Theo's haughty sentence ended with the car engine running. Theo's attention was fully focused staring straight ahead. Something different provoked a smile on Rose's slightly curved lips. "Did the car accident put you off?" She glanced at the speedometer below 30. Very slow, a far cry from the usual. "Not really. I did it on purpose. This way when we arrive, al

Theo's statement signaled Rose's mind was far from unreasonable. Apparently the man was still in his right mind to whisper such sentences in another language—French that the baritone—voiced owner, Rose's husband, was fluent in as he approached the host—they talked for a long time. Unlike Rose's position, who successfully received envious stares from several women down there. The stage is where all visuals are clearly captured. Even the guests outside the building, the shadows of the passers-by were caught in the translucency of the glass. "Come, Sugar." A soft invitation tingled next to Rose's hearing. She followed where Theo would lead her. They walked up the stairs one step at a time with each other's footsteps and arms clasped to show Theo's possessive side. Not knowing if this was a coincidence or not. On the last step, Rose's never—ending scanning of the entire building came to a screeching halt with a fierce face glaring at her.