All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

The faint howl of a loud howl drew Rose's senses slowly blinking. The first time she opened her eyes the only sight she got was her husband's handsome face. The too-close position presented how the texture of the skin lured Rose's fingers to just touch the forehead and creep smoothly towards the jawbone. She thought once he woke up, those eyes would show a beautiful infusion of color. Turns out Theo was still comfortably in the same state. Not even a hint of anything else, Theo was quietly closed, too far away for Rose to reach. He murmured a little .... Louder howls from outside forced Rose to blow air through her lips. Then she got up, releasing the hug on Theo's body indirectly. Half transfixed, Rose huddled with Lion in the doorway. The frame was still submerged in Rose's body, only the face poked out and when she glanced down... Rose's senses found Esmeralda already equipped with an oversized pink ribbon pinning the fur on the top of the head. "Why did you

'Are you jealous?' Rose vividly remembered the question before Xelle said goodbye, and she had to follow the nurse's departure to the main room. What wife would stay silent if something wrong was lurking in front of her. Rose felt that way. In her eyes, the nun was not at all reflective of someone in the nursing profession, who should not be showing her breasts beneath her clothes. Rose had to be wary that the nurse might do something out of the ordinary. Or actually Xelle was right... Rose was jealous of that one. She couldn't help herself. On the other hand, in the case of the video evidence from Xelle, Rose had already agreed that she would investigate the real culprit together with Theo one day when her husband was fully recovered. Now she had to focus on how and when Theo would open his eyes, and most importantly be meticulous in monitoring the actions the nurse demonstrated to him. Luckily, Esmeralda's presence was enough to interrupt every a

Rose used the folds of her arms as face support. Her only action was to silently scrutinize the extent to which Theo did not want to open his eyes. Gradually behind Rose's silence, she could feel the near-breaking touch that repeatedly occurred on the thigh. Rose looked down, as her heart rate jumped violently. The pounding in there was beyond capacity... Rose couldn't help it. She got to her feet. Taking turns quickly glancing at Theo's face and fingers. Rose's vision was blurry and glassy. She wiped away the water that was unconsciously seeping in, as soon as possible smothering half of Theo's body. Tight, but not painful. "Theo ...." "Open your eyes, Theo. You can do it," Rose whispered. Hoping that right then and there her husband's closed lids would slowly reveal the gray bead Rose had longed for. She would have to wait a long time for the pure alarm of the mind to drive Rose to see Travis. Rose's wide feet skipped ahead of Theo and left her husban

"Morning, sir." Travis smiled slightly as his prediction was correct. Theo realized... there was a quizzical look on his face. "Why are you calling me that?" The curl on Travis' lips disappeared in an instant, then he looked at Rose more deeply as if rethinking the woman's statement just now. "What do you feel, sir?" Travis instead took demanding action. He preferred to wait for the right time to provoke Theo to reveal the truth himself. It was possible that Travis already knew one thing. "I'm fine. Just feeling a little uncomfortable." Theo struggled to get up, occasionally clutching his temples as Travis struggled to lean against the headboard. "Who is she?" The question pulled Travis silent for a few seconds. Rose, on the other hand, patiently endured the pain that rushed through her. Travis's breath finally came out half-roughly. "She's Rose. Your wife, Mr. T—Mr. Zever." Realizing he was dealing with a different person. Travis i

"Is he asleep?" muttered Rose as she entered the room, only to find Zever curled up on his side of the bed. Carefully Rose padded then crawled slowly upstairs. Approaching her husband who was either asleep or not. As Rose remembered Zever wearing thick and long clothes, her forehead knitted in wonder as the blanket was realized to be wrapped almost completely around the man's body. Rose also positioned herself sideways with one arm for support. Gradually her fingers reached out to touch Zever's forehead to make sure the man beside her was at a normal temperature. And it seemed that Zever was indeed fine, or Rose should have made sure that the man was shirtless. It wasn't Theo's habit to sleep without a single thread covering his upper body. Rose's short sigh brought the thick fabric halfway down Zever's legs. Her husband's clothes were intact. Perhaps it was one of Theo's contradictory forms. Rose really had to hold herself still. Her attention was suddenl