Chapter Twelve

"Who called you, huh?" Some of my colleagues were reported to be trapped in a fire by a caller from a business. Our business is accountable for making sure their home is secure. It is our corporate residence. When I realized it was Rose, my panic surfaced. She would occasionally appear in my dreams, and I would be overcome with fear of her. The name makes the world stop.

"Faster." She's in danger. The fire contains her. Oh no, I'm to blame. Theo travels quickly on deserted highways.

As soon as the car arrived, I jumped out and hurried towards her apartment as quickly as I could. My eyes rose as I saw her apartment. On her level, there is smoke everywhere. I hurried towards her apartment up the stairs. People were standing everywhere, and a long corridor was shrouded in a cloud of black smoke. I have come to a complete stop. If something happened,

"Leave straight away." Theo, my security chief, cleared the area. Inside, a few people are conversing with one another. Why the hell not?

How is Rose doing? When I asked, they ceased speaking. Inside, everything appears to be in order.

"I said..." They made room for it and made a direction indication. There was a body on the ground that appeared to be a white ghost. Rose? Fear has caused my eyes to widen. Body became numb.

No

"Rose...." She appeared to have had every last drop of blood drained from her due to how frigid and colorless her body was. The nasty bastards are standing close to her and talking.

"Call the doctor immediately."

"On my way, sir."

I left, holding her body in my arms. I placed her body on the couch in the room after we entered and covered it with a blanket.

"Theo, rub her foot." He obeys my commands. Her body grew colder as she remained still. She rubs her hands and feet, but nothing has changed. No restoration. But Marcus then showed up.

"What happened to her, Ronald?"

"I'm not sure. Do something. She isn't waking up." He paused and turned to face me.

"What in the world are you doing there? Take action?"

"Ronald, calm down. I'm here and will just take a brief break." I'm in fear. For her, yes. It's Rose. Without her, each night was spent in the dark, yet her dreams were troubled, and dreams destroyed me and plagued me. She is in danger, and I sense that. I can't breathe above her screaming. Her sobs make the world pause.

"I can't. Do it here more quickly." He nodded and thoroughly examined her. What followed her loss of consciousness here? Theo checked everything, so it was not a large smoke.

"Send me a thorough report. How did this occur?" He bows and leaves.

"She appears to be fine, but it appears to be a panic episode, and I don't believe this is the first time." What?

"She hadn't before."

"After seven years, you finally ran into her, Ronald. You are unaware of her past, thus." What I'm curious to know is this: each step of her life.

"Now, what?"

"Just some peace and rest." Her color begins to return as the heat increases.

"Theo will tidy the apartment while I take her home." I escorted her to my car because Theo was busy. Nobody is aware of her. She is resting on my bed, and I am standing there looking at her foolishly. Unsure of what to do? When I entered my apartment, Theo had already called. He assured me that not much had occurred. A straightforward short-circuit and a slight oven burn. But when they discovered her on the floor, witnesses claim they overheard screams that sounded like someone was trying to kill her.

She's currently resting soundly. What transpired in her life, though? She experienced panic attacks, right? When my phone rang, I left her in my room alone.

"Her apartment is ready, sir. Unable to find. False casserole in the oven."

"Any other things?"

"In reality, sir, her kitchen is empty." I do indeed notice that. She had less furniture—why? She's intending to relocate once more, isn't she?

"Make certain she has everything. Food and furnishing."

"Sure, sir."

"You have work, Theo. I must be informed of every detail of her life. Every single piece of her past. Tell your group to get to work." Before coming here, where did she reside? She resembles me.

Broken

Maybe?

I sat down next to her after speaking with Theo. Her body moves extremely gently up and down. Breathing deeply, as if she were still in the fog,.

"I understand, Rose." She is still wearing business attire. Maybe I need to ask someone, or Jessie. However, if Mom is the second person and Jessie is aware of her, no, I believe she looks fine in these outfits. Stop your idea right here, since she'll lose her mind if she finds out I changed her clothes. Watching her sleep on my bed, butterflies ran through my stomach. Attempts by hand to touch her fail.

When I sat down with her a little while later, reality struck me. She is currently on my bed in my room. The person in my life who is everything is nowhere.

"Fucking hell, take action." I pause once more close to the bed after changing. My eyes continue to take in the scene over and over. She caught my attention as I was moving around in my room. I had absolutely no bad intentions when I decided to join her in bed. We are the same as in the past. Simply keep her close.

May be

I briefly felt relief as I held her in my arms. Once more, her smell makes the world pause. She felt so delicate and weak. She touches my finger with a chilly, smooth touch. The lovely pink lips split and completely lost their color. How am I acting? I abhor her. She injured me, but each time her body touched mine, a different kind of electricity surged through my body.

My gaze was fixed on her the entire night. She always sleeps still, never turning or twisting. I keep expecting her to wake up, but she never does. I'm not sure when my eyes started to get tired in between. I hear what sounds like crying at night. My drowsy eyes opened to Rose. Her tears were soggy in her eyes. Heavy, large tears that are streaming aimlessly She is sobbing and crying like a little girl.

"Rose!"

"Rose, wake up." When a tear falls on my hand, I react immediately from the side. Why is she crying?

"Rose, I'm here. Your Ronald." When she heard me, she immediately stopped weeping. As I try to calm her while wiping away her tears, I tightly embrace her. She's cold once more. What the hell is going on with her? She never had anyone with her during that time. Who offered her comfort when she was having panic attacks?

The first time she turns, she hides her face in my neck as if she were looking for solace. Not now, God. Why doesn't she wake up? While she is sleeping, I am having emotional difficulties.

With my lust

Stop right now, you fuckup. Don't stand up, yet in the end, my stubbornness caused me to lose the battle. Now, it's really difficult. I become nervous when I see her. She initially kissed my skin between her lips as I was struggling with my lust.

So soft

"Rose woke up." She pulls me towards her with full force rather than waking up. Her entire body was in my line of sight. My lower body is encircled by one leg. Her knee dragged up and down on my cock. My world came to a complete halt when she placed her palm on my chest. I initially stopped breathing. She has no idea what the heck she is doing with me. Do you realize that? She still hasn't awakened, and I'm waiting.

"Hmmm.."

"You must be enjoying it, then. Well, carry on. Here, I like you. Are you fond of me?"

"Hmmm…" She had a lovely smile spreading over her lips. She moved slightly and was fully on my side. Right now, this is lovely and tranquil. Stop the clock and leave it there. But I'm relishing every breath she takes. Her warm breath only made contact with one spot on my body, but its effects spread throughout my entire body and persisted until I fell asleep holding her in my arms.