Chapter 1062: Drive Caroline Away

"Little Bunny!" Theodore grabbed her arm, harder than before.

Little Bunny glared at him, her rejection palpable. Theodore's anger flared. "If you dare leave, try it!" He was frightening.

Caroline, her voice soft and innocent, intervened. In contrast to Little Bunny's defiant stance, Caroline appeared gentle and docile. "Mr. Wold," she pleaded, her face etched with remorse, "Please stop arguing! It's all my fault. Please don't fight because of me. I'm so scared…"

"Get out!" Theodore roared.

Caroline recoiled, speechless. Little Bunny, equally surprised, glanced at Caroline, whose face flushed crimson. She hadn't expected Theodore to dismiss Caroline. She couldn't fathom his reasoning; everyone knew to choose her over Caroline, the current top actress. Was he unwell? Rejecting such a gift was beyond her comprehension.

"I'll say it again!" Theodore turned to Caroline. "Get lost!"

Caroline flinched, sensing the lethal intent in his eyes, a chilling fear emanating from him. She dared not defy him. Suppressing her anger, she forced a smile. "I'll leave. Don't worry, Little Bunny, it's just a misunderstanding…"

Theodore's ominous gaze silenced her. She quickly, almost limped away, furious. For years, she'd never failed. This defeat, at Little Bunny's hands, was a note to herself.

Only Theodore and Little Bunny remained, the tension palpable. Little Bunny remained silent, enduring the pain of his grip.

"Are you happy now?" Theodore asked.

Little Bunny was confused.

"I drove her away for you. Are you happy now?"

Little Bunny wanted to confess her preference to be the one dismissed, but Theodore's anger intimidated her. Perhaps he hadn't even wanted to drive Caroline away; perhaps it was a demonstration. Her silence, however, was interpreted as agreement.

He released her arm. "Sleep in my room."

Little Bunny recoiled, but his warning silenced her. "Don't make me say it again! I'm not patient."

It was a threat. He left, assuming her compliance. She watched him go, resigned. When had she ever defied him?

Gritting her teeth, she made her difficult decision and entered his room. He was removing his towel, instructing her to shower.

Little Bunny bit her lip in disgust.

"Shower!" he repeated.

She complied. If escape was impossible, provoking disgust was better than nothing. Yet, she couldn't truly resist him. After a quick wash, she donned conservative pajamas and emerged to find him playing a video game on his phone.

She found his casualness jarring, given the power he wielded. This troubled her, but she reluctantly approached the bed, lying down inches from him. He remained engrossed in his game, while she wished the night away. He eventually switched off his phone and moved closer.

Little Bunny braced herself, anticipating the worst. Surprisingly, nothing happened. She felt only the lights being switched off. Then, silence. He lay down beside her, naturally drawing her into his arms. Her body tensed. She had prepared for the worst, yet nothing transpired. She heard his even breathing; he seemed asleep.

She was surprised. He had done nothing? She felt not gratitude, but relief. Perhaps he wasn't feeling well.

The next morning, Little Bunny quietly rose, avoiding a confrontation. After dressing, she went to the adjacent room to wash, fearing waking him.

She quickly finished and planned to leave with Tanya. However, in the hallway, she found Theodore, casually dressed, waiting.

Little Bunny pursed her lips. When had he become an early riser?

"Though I know you're afraid of disturbing my sleep," he said coldly, his authority unmistakable, "I don't want you using other rooms."

"Mm-hmm," she murmured, avoiding a morning argument.

"Let's have breakfast," he stated arrogantly, leading the way.

Little Bunny was speechless. She'd never imagined breakfast together, but reluctantly followed him downstairs to a quaint garden table.

The breakfast was plentiful, but Little Bunny ate little. As an artist, maintaining her figure was crucial, and Theodore's presence made the food tasteless.

"Why so little?" Theodore asked, displeased.

"Losing weight."

"You're already slim!" he exclaimed angrily. "Men prefer women with curves!"