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I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

It's noted that she has no family. Rosie is also 24, anaturalblonde,with blue eyes. She's worked for Club Rhodes for just under two years. She was previously sold only to be sent back. She agreed to this job with a substantial payout of over £200,000.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

He concluded, impressed. Rose nodded, her face set with determination. "I know it's dangerous, but we can't just sit back and do nothing." She said, waving off his worry. Caspian's eyes flickered between us, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You two really are quite the team, aren't you?" He said, proudly. I felt a surge of pride at his words. "We are," I agreed, reaching out to squeeze Rose's hand. "Alright then," Caspian said, clapping his hands together.

Rosalie gave a soft-tempered reply with a smile. Victor's rage was showed in his face. Rosalie was enlightened, and her tone immediately became a little vicious: "develop the picture and then I can needle Jemima every day." By the way....needled this bastard too. Hearing her explanation, a trace of a smile emerged on Victor's cold handsome face. "Develop this picture. Just perfect." Victor flipped out a photo, which was showing his kissing with her with his arm around her just now. Except for Rosalie's slightly wrinkled eyebrows in the photo, they still looked like a real couple.

Lucas’ POV I froze, caught mid-motion over her, my foot still awkwardly tangled in the rug. Her small hand pressed against my chest, trying to push me away, but I stayed still, acutely aware of how precarious our positions were. Her tank top shifted slightly, and memories of that night — the way she had felt under me, her warmth, her scent — flashed in my mind. My pulse quickened, a raw, magnetic force pulling me toward her, but I forced myself to step back carefully, finally regaining balance. The distance was small, but enough to remind us both that nothing here was personal.

He lowered his hand so he could open the paper but Rosie was quick to jump out at him to get the paper back. "Nope," Blaze's reflexes were quick. He stepped back, holding the paper away from her. Rosie crossed her arms over her chest, shivering slightly. She could no longer feel the tip of her nose. She looked at him blandly, making it obvious that she was in no mood for his annoying games. Blaze continued to keep the paper out of her reach until Rosie's shoulders sulked in defeat. When he knew he would no longer fight him, he lowered the paper and opened it.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

Then, slowly, her expression shifted from anger and hardening into something far more dangerous. “Rosie,” Red said, her voice smooth now, almost calm. “It seems you’ve come at the right time.” Rosie tilted her head. “I heard shouting.” Her gaze dropped briefly to Anne still kneeling on the floor. “And begging.” A smirk curved her lips. “She failed, didn’t she? I told you Rylan only likes me. He always did when we were little. If he doesn't like me, why would he sponsor my education? And my mom said since they married they haven't had sex. I am sure he thinks of me.”

As long as I felt the connection, I knew we were going to be alright. “He was not after her,” Rosie says. I was distracted and did not understand what she said. I turned to look at her, “He was after me. I think she simply got in the way, when he came and was expecting to find me,” she says. “Why would he not take her as a consolation prize?” I ask still confused as to why the rogues were so strong. “I do not know, but that is the only thing that make sense,” Rosie shares. I turn back to Amelie, “The only thing I know right now is that she needs to wake up and tell us what she knows,” I say to both Blake and Rosie.