Novel & Cerita Theodore Nott Actor

Theodore sauntered inside Naitee's cabin after knocking. " Yup. It's a lunch break. So, yeah. What's up? " Naitee led out putting a forced smile. " Maverick was downstairs, asking for you. What surprised me he was looking quite furious. So, tell me what you did? " Theodore questioned just like a gossip ass. Naitee rolled her eyes at him however her nerves chilled with the Maverick's name. " Is he still here? " Naitee questioned back. " What do you think? I'll let this matter pass without having my share of fun. I told him you didn't come to work today. " Theodore explained sounding so happy with his way of tease.

Theodore looked up at him with a small smirk as he reminded Jonathan, “I did not ask you to follow me; rather, I did my best to make sure no one knew I was leaving.” Theodore waved a hand at the innkeeper for ale and food, leaning back as if this were just another evening. And perhaps to him, it was as he replied. Their meal arrived, stew still steaming, bread torn warm, and Jonathan grumbled under his breath as he dug in, lecturing him on all the possibilities that could happen if he didn't listen to him. But halfway through his lecture about royal responsibilities and travel-induced saddle pain, he noticed Theodore had gone completely still. His spoon hovered in mid-air.

His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he nodded. Nick cleared his throat loudly, “I apologize, Mr. Theodore,” he said, his voice strained but still attempting to sound casual. “You didn’t need to witness that. It was just a minor misunderstanding, nothing to—” “Minor?” Theodore repeated, his tone dangerously calm, though his voice cut through Nick’s excuses like a whip. “Are you saying what I saw was just a minor misunderstanding, or are you implying that I am blind, Dr. Nick?” Nick froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “O-of course not. I wouldn’t dare say that to you. My fiancée and I were just having a small argument.”

And I knew it could only be one person. “Theodore” I didn’t have to ask if he’d seen everything. The look in his eyes told me he had. But unlike Nolan, Theodore didn’t wear his emotions like open wounds. He was buried deep, locked behind years of discipline, power, and pride. Still, his jaw was tight. “He didn’t sense me,” I said. “Because I made sure he didn’t,” Theodore replied, his voice calm but clipped. “You were standing too close.” “I wanted to get some air; I didn't know they were here.”

Theodore Theodore was reading the morning newspaper. He usually skipped Page 6, but today he was glad that he saw it, because tucked in the bottom left corner was a small announcement. “The Notorious Greene Set to Tie Knot with Michael Archer.” Theodore rubbed his eyes and read it again. There was no picture just a small announcement that Natalie Greene was set to marry Michael Archer. Theodore immediately pulled up details of Michael Archer. He was the son of industrialist Nicholas Archer. Theodore showered, dressed, and went asked his driver to bring the car around. He arrived at Natalie’s place in precise 20 minutes, which would have taken him 35 minutes usually. His driver was sweating w

“Now don't get offended by that. Plus, there is no lie about the fact that she can turn many heads. It's just facts.” “Is that everything that you've learned? Obsessing over other men's wives? No wonder your own father doesn't trust you for being capable enough to handle his business,” Theodore’s voice was grim and laced with venom. That was some major emotional damage he did there. “Haha,” Mr. Summers laughed awkwardly. “That isn't entirely incorrect. Theodore got you there, Nathan.”