He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 16

The jealousy and regret in his heart burned Theodore day and night, making him increasingly irritable and prone to anger.

One day, he met with a few business friends at a private club. By the time they finished, it was late at night.

in the club’s parking lot, he happened to see a somewhat familiar figure–one of his former bodyguards who had later been reassigned.

The bodyguard seemed to have had too much to drink and was bragging to his companions.

Theodore paid him no mind and was about to get in his car when he faintly overheard a few keywords-“Mr. Harrison“, “dog“, “Ms. Ross“…

He stopped in his tracks and, as if compelled, walked over.

The bodyguard was startled to see him, sobering up instantly. He quickly stood up straight. “Mr…. Mr. Harrison!”

Theodore stared at him with sharp eyes. “What were you just saying about a dog?”

The bodyguard’s face went pale, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Theodore’s eyes turned cold, and an intimidating pressure emanated from him. “Speak!”

Terrified by his presence and influenced by the alcohol, the bodyguard stammered out the story. “It was… a few months ago, you told me to get rid of Ms. Evely Ross’s Pomeranian… named… Snowball. I took him to the shelter on the west side of town… but the next day, Ms. Maren Ross sent someone to pick up the dog.

said… said she would take care of it…”

Maren sent someone to take the dog?

Theodore felt as if he had been struck by lightning, the blood in his veins instantly freezing.

He remembered it perfectly. At the time, Evelyn had nearly fought him to the death over that dog, but he still had it sent to the shelter, figuring it was a decent place for it.

But now, the bodyguard was saying Maren had taken the dog? To “take care of it“?

A terrible thought, like a venomous snake, slithered into his mind.

He immediately drove home, burst into the bedroom, and pulled the just–asleep Maren out of bed.

Maren, groggy with sleep, was startled by his dark, terrifying expression. “Theodore, what’s wrong?”

‘Snowball, the dog. Did you send someone to get him from the shelter?” Theodore stared into her eyes, his voice as cold as ice.

Maren’s face instantly went white. Her eyes flickered, but she forced herself to remain calm. “What… what are you talking about? What dog? I’ve already forgotten about that…”

Forgotten?” Theodore grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight she cried out in pain. “Someone saw you send people to the shelter to take the dog! Speak! What did you do with him?!”

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