บททั้งหมดของ (Not) His Sugar Baby: บทที่ 331 - บทที่ 340

It was a chaotic mess that had been set in stone. Rose had to leave Verasco and leave the middle-aged man's pain to Anthony, in order to catch up with her husband's distant steps. Theo's massive body entered the main gate of the mansion, not once looking back. At least reconfirming the debris of destruction that was scattered there. Rose quickened her pace, counting every one of Theo's departures that could cause a high wall to rise between them. Where Theo was headed, Rose knew he had no intention of retreating to the master suite. Undeterred by that fact, Rose's common sense began to take a backseat. She didn't want to be left behind and end up with a wasted effort. What else would Theo do but shut himself away when the only place he could go was his own personal space. "Wait, Theo," Rose interrupted. Theo had already reached the doorknob and pushed the frame with the deep carved lines, while she was still far enough away to force her way

Rose was not wrong to call Theo a big baby. Some days his attitude was uncontrollable. Other times everything in the man became something Rose couldn't have predicted correctly. One night the last time Theo spoke, the next Rose had to call for help from the people of the mansion to carry her big baby to their room. And right now, the anger was at an all-time high. Coincidentally, Rose, who was awake first, had to witness how Theo's breath roared harshly. There were some parts implied that the exhale was choked. Not knowing why Theo was in such distress, Rose felt the tightness. She shook her head faintly... half getting up to gently touch the surface of the face that seemed to look innocent when Theo's gray eyes were closed. Not wanting it to last too long, Rose moved quickly to grab her pillow. Quite carefully lifting the back of Theo's head, deliberately setting the soft object a level higher to stimulate the smooth supply of air in and out through

While her husband's big body is no longer visible. Rose had to swallow the bitter pill of a futile decision to break Theo's silence. She didn't know how else to try. Rose didn't understand, she was tired. Even in the presence of Beatrace and the others, Theo considered her something invisible. Overlooked. Even more so never glancing at her at all. "I've already fed myself as a fish. Are you sure you don't want to be the cat, Theo?" asked Rose desperately. Theo's position was still as before. Sleeping on his back with the blanket not coming off his curled up body. "Theo." Rose's fingers unconsciously landed on the surface of the arm bordered by thick fabric. With just a flick of the hand from the inside, Rose's spontaneity instantly pulled away. She clasped her own fingers. They were quite far apart in age. Theo should have been more mature to compensate for Rose's attitude, which was sometimes out of line. However, quantity does not fully det

Music box .... Rose was transfixed by the object. It was quite incredulous to receive a gift without a sender's name. This would have been understandable had she been in Canada, but Italy... it was impossible for Rose to have a secret cult. She didn't try to remember, unfortunately the image of a man appeared that Rose didn't want to believe, perhaps reluctant to confirm. Somewhat hesitantly Rose opened the lid of the box that produced music by means of a series of pins placed on a cylinder or rotating disk so that it touched the teeth of an iron comb. The complex shape of the music box in Rose's hands had small drums and bells beside the iron comb. The notes that flowed, accompanying a pair of almost kissing statues moved around in the center. Sean. One name that came to mind was the man who had first given her the music box, and who still did today. Rose turned to the small piece of paper tucked away. The words written

Rose's stumbling steps offset the weight of the large teddy she was clutching tightly. The exaggerated shape and size almost made Rose's body sink as she carried the teddy bear into the main room of the mansion. Several times during the journey Rose hit the object in front of her, anything, with a completely shielded view. She complained that she still had to try not to be defeated by her own annoyance. Rose actually hoped that Esmeralda wasn't that good at obeying her master's orders, so Theo couldn't use the Siberian husky as an intermediary. Unfortunately, Rose's hopes were not to be. Esmeralda was too... more or less like Theo! "Finally." Rose dropped the teddy bear on the ivory white marble, huffing and puffing as she touched both sides of her hips. Nothing should have gone wrong, until Rose noticed the presence of one person. Theo... sprawled on the bed with one arm bent at an elbow angle across the surface of the pillow. The eyes were closed regularly wit