All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

"We're not going inside, sir?" During the car stop in front of the old connotation building, it was rather worn and dark looking. There was nothing Theo was doing, except watching intently at the one open door where some people were going back and forth, not greeting each other. The rest were probably talking for some mere interest. Theo's sharp gray eyes took into account all that was thought. The ripples on his face were both unreadable and calm as coral. Theo would not rashly do something openly. For him, a form of secrecy must be resolved in the same way. In terms of possible outcomes, perhaps not rushing is the right choice. Theo's breath came out roughly as he turned to meet Lion's eyes in the windshield. "Go to the other store." Which in a sense... Theo's goal was simply to see if the building that had been erected decades ago was finished. He was tempted to add another tattoo to his body. In a more private place. *** "Slow down, Miss. You'll ch

Rose's mesmerizing face never escaped the deep gray gaze. Theo's silence was only followed by the movement of fingers rubbing the top of the woman's head which offered a puzzle for Theo to solve on his own. He thought of many things .... About the crossed skull tattoos and various other secrets. An opportunity where Theo could find out through the cyber world, which was the only way by hacking into the security system that Theo had perfected a few years ago at the request of Verasco who paid him handsomely. Foolishly, at a young age Theo had vowed to his mother, Eleanor, to never be interested in the ins and outs of Verasco's organization. Plus Theo never cared what Verasco did outside of his involvement or when he had to be involved as the heir to the organization before Sean's appearance. It's possible that Verasco's decision will shift, if and when Sean is willing to replace the middle-aged man. Or not necessarily, given that Verasco has a great deal to consider betw

Double line. The flat object in Rose's hand was an unbelievable display. She touched her own chest, trying to suppress the burst of warm feelings that kept breaking the violent pounding in the heart. Another double line. Rose held her breath almost speechless. Her brown eyes never stopped looking at the test pack, until she pulled the bathroom door open to face the middle-aged woman waiting in front. "I'm... pregnant, Beatrace!" Rose spoke once. She jumped for joy hugging Beatrace's body quite tightly. Rose's happiness was quickly contagious. Her smile managed to curl both corners of the woman's lips, who couldn't even say anything yet, except for the obvious emotion on her face. Just like a mother yearning for a grandchild-Beatrace showed it all... no less tightly embracing Rose's body. "Congratulations on the pregnancy, Miss." "Mr. T should know soon. He'll be very happy." Rose confirmed Beatrace's words. Returning her att

Theo touched the bleeding wound on hid stomach. That was the only thing Rose saw, while the firing point Rose had given him should not have been there. She missed. However, she kept the muzzle of the gun pointed higher when not once did Theo stop the pace. "I told you not to come any closer, Theo!" "You're a murderer!" "Murderer!" Rose repeatedly cried out in anger. She was capable of recklessness, especially over the doubts that had been wrapped like a heart in her mind. There was no love for Rose's feelings of being forcefully killed. She had been through a lot, and so had the choices that were lined up in front of Rose right now. Two of them... completing the mission or letting it become something forgotten. "I told you not to come any closer, if you don't want me to shoot you again!" Rose's threat was indeed as bad as the way she held the gun. How Rose didn't care who was standing in front of her and what status she was tied to. The more The

"Is my wife okay?" Skeptical question. Rose really didn't want to hear it. Really didn't want to supply additional pain by letting Theo's caring attitude tear apart something that was already broken, something Rose couldn't even put back together. She pushed away the arm that had accidentally touched Theo's left shoulder. Wet and red were two kinds of things that almost broke down Rose's defenses. Theo was shot—again—in a different place right after protecting her. There wasn't much Rose could say. Deliberately separating herself from and staring at the owner of gray eyes that offered shade. Many times Rose had noticed the pallor on that face, but never as severe as it seemed at the moment. The moments before Theo returned to hold Rose tightly in his arms. Or actually Theo realized Mr. Alejandro was almost no longer far away. "Fuck!" A curse so close it was followed by a hurried clatter. One more shot .... No, it wasn't. But two, with Rose a