All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 451 - Chapter 457

Tasted a little. A sip or two of the milk was gone. Every movement on Lion's face was a resigned reaction to the last drop of milk that had landed in Rose's mouth. Meanwhile, the woman only smiled after wiping the surface of her lips with the back of her hand. "You don't mind me finishing it, do you? Count it as punishment for pranking Zever." Rose left after putting the empty glass onto the nightstand. Leaving Lion and all the swearing stuck in the back of his throat. Lion reached for his cell phone in his pants pocket, then turned quickly toward the kitchen. "You're dead, Travis! Miss Rose drank your milk!" [And then?] Two words from the other end of the line sounded indifferent. "'And then' you say?" Lion put the phone away and stared at the cheekpiece intently. "Now what?" he asked, busily pouring milk from the bottle into the empty glass until it was filled. He sandwiched his phone between the line of his shoulders and a face tilted to the side. [M

Waking up next to a man straddling her body was routine. Rose smiled briefly then pushed her dark brown hair tousled in front of his face. She lifted Theo's arm briefly, tracing the scratch marks for a moment and moving on to the rough fingers with elongated fingernails. No wonder Theo was able to tear his own skin, which meant Rose had to immobilize that part. Rose quickly got up and grabbed the clothes from last night. Rose's body moved to the side of the bed and pulled out the drawer of the nightstand—the last time she put the nail clippers in there—and pulled it out again. One by one Theo's fingernails dulled as the tips of the scissors were pressed together and the other part served to bite. Rose had to act rather than Theo doing the same thing at unexpected times. Rose's work was almost done on the first hand, occasionally glancing at the man who seemed to be fast asleep—no longer so as the gray bead opened slowly, then closed properly. Sometimes things mad

Rose buried her face deep in Theo's firm chest. She climbed up her husband's frozen body quickly, inhaling the intoxicating scent to make herself a little calmer. Theo still didn't say anything. It hit Rose that she was so worried Theo would reject her plea. Rose didn't want that, immediately tightening the embrace of the arm that curled perfectly between the line of her husband's shoulders. When Theo would start talking Rose was still waiting while not daring to have high expectations. She was scared ... but suddenly felt a small movement, a light stroke on Rose's back including a slow crunching step leaving the basement. "Tell the others immediately, don't forget to prepare Esme and all her needs." Rose caught a glimpse of Travis nodding quickly, and by the end of the hallway they had split up—Rose with Theo, Travis on the other side of the building. "You changed your mind?" asked Rose, half distancing herself so she could cup that stern jaw. Theo was staring so intensely that

"Sugar, wait!" The baritone voice in the background continued to call out with the occasional large fingers trying to hold on, but Rose continued to resist. There was a price to pay for Theo's dangerous actions, which even though they had been successfully dealt with still didn't put Rose at ease. Rose didn't like how Theo was indifferent to the man's own safety. Her heart was still pounding loudly at the thought that bad things could happen. Rose's steps quickened after entering the mansion building. Soon she would reach the main room. She pressed the door handle no matter Theo was still trying to persuade her. "Sugar." Theo was very close, so Rose was one step away from crossing the threshold. She deliberately hit the frame very hard and just as Theo was about to enter. "Oh!" The man winced like he was in a lot of pain. While Rose was silent for a while. Silent to understand the situation out there. Only once did Theo complain and the rest was wordle