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Married at First Sight
Chapter 5247
Hank Rose instructed the driver to change routes.
If the young master didn’t want to fight, then there wouldn’t be any
fighting tonight. Titus’s plan to have assassins lying in wait along Titus’s usual route home, waiting to make their move , was futile.
Titus took Hank Rose to his newly purchased villa. It wasn’t as large as his usual estate; although it had a yard, it was quite small.
Back home, Titus lay down on the sofa, casually removing his sunglasses and mask, and said comfortably, “It’s still best to be home.”
For someone used to living in a large villa, this small home, which he had personally decorated, felt like his world consisted only of him and Hank Rose. He didn’t need a large space; a large space felt empty to him.
Hank Rose silently went into the kitchen to make him a hangover soup.
Titus let her prepare it.
Drinking too much had indeed made him feel unwell.
He lay on the sofa, lost in thought. As he thought, his eyelids grew heavy. He closed his eyes, intending to doze off, and eventually fell asleep.
With Hank Rose by his side, he dared to sleep soundly.
Anyone else might betray him, but Hank Rose wouldn’t.
Hank Rose wouldn’t try to take advantage of him or sleep with him like other women.
Titus knew Hank Rose had feelings for him, but she was stubborn, always placing herself in the position of a servant, deeply hiding her love for him,
just like him.
He loved Hank Rose too, but he carried too much on his shoulders; he didn’t dare take that step forward.
Both loved each other deeply, yet neither spoke of it, neither broke through that barrier, neither took that crucial step.
Hank Rose finished cooking the hangover soup, brought it out, placed it on the dining table, and then leaned out to say to the person on the sofa, “Young Master, the hangover soup is ready. Come and drink it.”
Titus lay motionless on the sofa.Hank Rose went outside and walked to the sofa, only to find Titus asleep.
She wanted to wake him, reached out her hand, then withdrew it, letting him sleep.
He was under a lot of pressure; whenever he left home, his mind was highly focused, too tense. Only at home could he relax.
Hank Rose sat down on the edge of the sofa, reaching out to touch the mask Titus was wearing, but didn’t peel it off.
If she peeled it off, he would have to put on a new one tomorrow, too much trouble.
“Young Master, you’ll get better,”
Hank Rose said softly.
Only when Titus was asleep did she show a little tenderness.
After looking at Titus for a moment, Hank Rose got up and went upstairs.
She brought down a thin blanket for Titus and covered him with it, then pushed two single sofas together; she would sleep on the sofa tonight.
Titus was asleep; she didn’t have the strength to carry him upstairs.
She could ask her colleagues for help, but even if they came in to help, they would only support the young master upstairs, which would wake him.
Once he was awake, it would be difficult for him to fall back asleep.
Hank Rose couldn’t bear to part with him.
Titus was sleeping soundly, so she let him sleep on the sofa for the night, while she slept with him in the living room. That way
, she could know immediately if anything happened.
That’s what a true bodyguard does.