Todos los capítulos de (Not) His Sugar Baby: Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

"Theo." Rose continued to mumble a little, occasionally rubbing her face uneasily. Rose's footsteps moved back and forth in a straight line. Hoping Travis would return from his business soon. "Here we go, Miss." It just so happened that the man appeared as soon as Rose noticed the door leaf. "Whose blood are you holding, Travis?" The frown on Rose's forehead interlocked. Two bags of blood made her feel strange. Why would Travis stock the thick red liquid in the mansion. "Mr. T. I just picked it up yesterday." Travis focused on attaching the hose that connected between the needle piercing Sean's vein and the end of the bag whose purpose was a big question mark in Rose's head. "Why did you keep Theo's blood?" Rose thought it was a good time to find out. Travis might be able to answer a few loose ends. "Because I had to, Miss." Travis' brief smile played on his lips. "Rh-null. The type of group Mr. T have. It's very rare, and therefore he can't

Travis's reaction wasn't much more than an exasperated sigh. "Why, Miss? I shouldn't keep a picture of my own fiancée? I mean, someone I once had an engagement to." Rose was speechless. Never really knowing who Travis' feelings were bound up with all this time. That expression and that look in his eyes were filled with pain. Rose didn't mean to hurt him. "I made a promise to my fiancée to always give my best. At least not get Mr. T or Mr. Zever in big trouble. But now... that promise is broken. The blood that was wasted, can't be replaced with anything." Travis pressed a deep face. His statement made Rose realize... a great gulf lay before them. There was no telling what the doctor would say once he got out of the place that Rose found so threatening. She tried to recall some of the facts Travis had revealed moments ago. About the blood and its rarity. The longer Rose dug into what she'd forgotten, the more options and

Rose turned to find Verasco pursuing with wide strides. The pace of Rose's feet quickened as her heart pounded. What did Verasco want... Rose didn't want to think about the question that was running through her head. She slowly and silently unscrewed the lid of the coffee cup, then repeatedly spat in it. "Stop, slut." The stomp hurt. Verasco didn't care that Rose's wrists would be crushed in his hands. He stared at the woman's mesmerizing face with ambition. The more Rose struggled, the less he would let her free. "Let go." Rose's cries filtered into a seductive, lilting voice for Verasco. However, he never expected that one choke from her would be repaid with humiliation. A splash of pitch-black water on his face provoked Verasco's anger. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Rose said not entirely guiltily. It had been warned from the start... this kind of action was to subtly protect herself. "Bitches d

Rose rubbed her face in relief, feeling like she had escaped the crocodile's nest and reached a more decent intersection. The VIP room door was right in front of Rose. She waited a bit for her heartbeat to calm down. Rose's breath came in, slowly pressing down on the doorhandle that had been immersed in her hand. "Theo, are you awake?" She thought so. But it wasn't true when a nurse just smiled as she tidied up the rest of the examination equipment. Rose slowly approached, rarely noticing the brief glances the nurse gave him. "Don't keep looking at him, Suster. If he finds out, he'll be embarrassed. My husband is shy," Rose said with emphasis. Either she was speaking the truth as Theo had shown her, or she felt Theo belonged to her, so she shouldn't behave that way. Rose rubbed the top of Theo's head. Curling the corners of her lips, as if something bad had never happened to her. The blue bruise may have been on her f

One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. The desire to see Rose grew by leaps and bounds. He hadn't thought about how to crawl there. For all Theo knew, Rose cared far more about Sean. But a sense of distaste began to creep up and besiege his emotional control. "Tell me where?" He gave him a sharp look, which held Travis frozen in place. "The third room after this one, sir." He had to, even though he had to. Travis hesitantly followed Theo from behind. His footsteps halted as he realized Theo was just standing there in front of the door to the hospital room they were in. Something had just angered his master—evident from the fist tightening, then unclenching as Theo moved away. Leaving the residual scent of the man's body there. "What's wrong, sir?" "Going home." The single word represented the regret that had burst forth. Theo passed Travis's body accompanied by a piece of cold, smoldering atmosphere. ***