Loved By A Real Man のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Rosie slowly awakened to the comforting scent of scrambled eggs and coffee. Blinking, she tried to recall her surroundings and was greeted by Gregory's warm smile. "Good morning, Angel," he said, his eyes full of concern. "Good morning," she murmured, managing a small smile. "I'm sorry for showing up unannounced. I don't know what I was thinking. I was..." "It's okay. I'm glad you came to me. I wouldn't have had it any other way. How do you feel now?" Rosie nodded, "I feel better." She moved to sit up and realized she was wrapped in only a duvet. "Oh my God...""Ugh... I'm so sorry. You were passed out after the shower, so I didn't want to invade your privacy by dressing you up," Gregory explained, as he walked over to show her the neatly folded clothes he had set aside for her. "I kept these for you," he said quietly, turning away to give her some privacy to dress up. Rosie picked up the singlet and shorts, hastily putting them on and giggling nervously

Gregory Johnson and his daughter took their seats at the glossy, rich mahogany dining table. The smooth, silky surface of the furniture glistened in the warm glow of the dining room lights. The walls painted a sparkling white, reflected the soft light, creating an inviting and elegant ambience. The purple damask curtains, with their intricate patterns, added a regal touch to the room, perfectly complementing the exquisitely carved dining chairs. Angelina took a refreshing sip of water while the aroma of the freshly served meal filled the air. The set sun cast a gentle, golden hue across the barely visible window panes."Dad, you need to be there with me. I need you for moral support." Angie told her father as Mrs Dee finished serving their meal. She took a quick bite of the grilled chicken on her plate and nodded with satisfaction before turning towards her father. Gregory smiled as he met her gaze."What happened to 'I plan on making it myself, I don't

"Rosie, I'm not opposing your relationship. I'm just worried about you." Evelyn sighed and sat down.Rosie walked up to her and sat beside her. "I'm fine Mom. I'm happy, and properly loved. This is all me.""Baby, are you sure?" Evelyn asked, hoping for a solid assurance. "I want your happiness.""Yes, he makes me happy. I want to be with him." Rosie replied.Evelyn cleared her throat, "Tell me about him." She said."He's a widower, he has two kids. A daughter and a son. His daughter is more about art exhibitions, fashion, and charity. His son is in Med school."Evelyn nodded, fighting so hard to accept her daughter's words. "If he makes you happy, then it's fine. But if you ever feel that he's not what you want, at any point, please, promise me you'll walk away.""I promise," Rosie whispered, smiling victoriously.............Rosie and Tessa arrived at the Orion restaurant, hoping to have dinner and catch up with some celebrity gist wh

The master suite was an open space, with only two support columns to break it up. Bouquets of red roses, white tulips, and lilies covered nearly every flat surface, and some even sat on the floor in strategic areas. The bed was massive and covered in white satin, which made Rosie think of a bridal suite, an impression reinforced by the black-and-white photo of a filmy scarf or veil blowing in the breeze hanging over the headboard. She looked at Gregory. "Have you been here before?" She asked. He reached up and freed her bun. "No. What reason would I have to come here?" "Right." She closed her eyes wearily as he ran his fingers through her hair root. "You can take your clothes off, Angel. I’ll start the bath for you. Or do you want me to bathe you?" He magically drew closer and placed his lips directly on her ears. "Yes..." She said before she could stop herself. Gregory backed up and she opened her eyes and c

The lovebirds napped the rest of the morning away. Rosie enjoyed the feeling of sleeping right beside Gregory, with her head pillowed on his chest, her arm draped over his rock-hard stomach, and her legs tangled with his. When they woke shortly after four in the evening, she was starving. They headed down to the kitchen together and to her delight, she found that the pantry was fully stocked. There was no need to leave the house for anything. They went the easy route and made noodles and boiled eggs, which they took into the living room and ate together, sprawled out and cross legged on the couch facing each other. Rosie was halfway through her meal when she caught Gregory watching her with a grin. "What?" She asked, around a bite. "It’s so much fun watching you eat." "Shut up." She giggled and his grin widened. He looked so carefree and happy that it made Rosie's heart hurt. "How did you find this place?" She asked him. He shoved an egg in h