Chapter 1171: Delusional

Theodore’s nervous excitement was palpable. Little Bunny watched, aware that her nod sealed their fate. She couldn’t articulate her feelings for Theodore, but as his mistress, she felt obligated.

“I’m sure,” he murmured.

His words triggered an embrace, a deep kiss that seemed to demand everything of her. She responded eagerly. His excitement intensified; he lifted her onto the bed, and soon their clothes were discarded. The room filled with a fiery intensity as they intertwined.

Near dawn, exhaustion settled over them. Remembering Little Bunny’s aversion to his scent, Theodore rose to take her to the bathroom. She stopped him.

“I’m too sleepy,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Let’s just sleep like this.”

He hesitated. “Don’t you think it’s dirty?”

“Tomorrow will do for washing,” she murmured, snuggling closer. His heart softened; the intimacy heightened his satisfaction. He lay down, pulling her tighter. Soon, both were asleep.

A ringing phone jolted Little Bunny awake. It was her agent.

“We’ve been waiting for half an hour! Why haven’t you come down yet?!” the agent’s sharp voice cut through the quiet. “Didn’t we agree on a commercial shoot today?”

“Sorry, I overslept. Can we reschedule? I have something to do.”

“Little Bunny!”

“I didn’t sleep well. I might have only slept two hours.”

“Little Bunny, are you meddling in Addison’s affairs?” The agent’s anger was clear.

Little Bunny started to defend herself, but the agent continued, “Yuna came looking for me, but I refused. I told her not to contact you. Did she?”

Little Bunny knew she couldn't lie. Glancing at the sleeping Theodore, she walked to the balcony. “I can’t stand by and do nothing,” she said.

“How are you going to help? If you try to save Addison now, you’ll only drag yourself down with him! He’s a tainted artist, regardless of his claims. Even if he says it was forced, nobody will believe him. It’s impossible!”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Little Bunny, wake up!” Her agent’s fury escalated. “If you help Addison, what about Theodore? Will he be okay with you helping another man you like? Do you think your relationship will survive this scandal?”

Little Bunny remained silent, but determined to try.

“I’ll give you one more day off, but stay out of Addison’s affairs! And I’ll talk to Yuna, that untrustworthy woman!” The agent hung up angrily.

Little Bunny silently replaced the phone. Her agent had a point. But she didn’t want to owe Addison anything more. Her actions had contributed to his current situation.

She took a deep breath and returned to the bedroom. Theodore was awake, tired and bloodshot, but managed a smile at her approach.

“Did I wake you?” she asked, smiling.

“Who calls this early?”

“My agent. I asked for the day off. Are you working today?”

“I didn’t tell Oscar I was coming in, so let’s enjoy our day off.”

“More sleep then?”

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay here with you.” She climbed onto the bed and nestled against him, making his heart pound.

He hugged her tightly. “Did it hurt last night?”

Little Bunny nodded slightly.

“I’ll be gentler next time.”

“Theodore,”

“Uh-huh?”

“Do you like me?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you so much it’s ingrained in my soul.”

“We should be together for real.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am,” she replied confidently.

If he continued to treat her this way, she felt their future could be manageable. She could adapt to his flaws.

“All right,” he said, tightening his embrace. The sudden happiness left him slightly dazed.

“There’s something I want to tell you,” she said, summoning her courage.

“Go ahead.” He was in a good mood; anything she said would please him.

“I went to see Addison at the detention center yesterday.”

The smile froze on his face at the mention of Addison’s name.

“It turns out I misunderstood. Addison did take drugs willingly… I’m sorry.”

“So, you’re close to me because of a misunderstanding?”

He wondered if she still possessed a conscience.

“Theodore, I want you to help Addison.”

His smile froze again. He realized he'd been deluding himself.

“I know this might anger you, but… Addison’s drug use is somehow related to me. I don’t want to feel guilty.”

“What do you mean, ‘related’?” he asked sarcastically.

“The last time we talked, I said hurtful things that caused him pain, leading him to drugs as a coping mechanism. If it weren’t for me, he might not have ruined his future. Theodore, I promise, after helping Addison, my heart will belong solely to you. If we don’t break up, rest assured there’s no one else.”