Theovin's mansion.

Theovin strode into the room and kicked the door shut behind him, his gaze fixed on the large king-sized bed situated to the right of the room. 

His heart began to race at the thought of having his mate in his bed.

His body heat intensified as he approached the bed, and he felt his consciousness stirred by Gold Song's absence. 

As he carefully lowered Rosey, bundled in his arms, onto the bed, Theovin mused on Golf Song prolonged absence.

"This is strange. Gold Song not appearing for such an extended period." 

Transfixed by Rosey's irresistible allure, Theovin fixated on her for several minutes as she lay on the bed, draped in a pristine white bedsheet. 

Her presence exuded a captivating charm, and she was as alluring as a sweet, juicy fruit. 

Theovin was hesitant to let anyone else lay eyes upon her captivating vulnerability, as she looked so delicate and charming, like a fragile butterfly alighted on a dainty flower.

"Mine!" he whispered with a grin, determined to keep her to himself.

"Now, let's replace that cheap bedsheet with an even more elegant one." Theovin declared, casting a look of disgust at the current bedsheet.

He cautiously sat on the bed, ensuring not to make any sudden movements that might awaken Rosey. 

Reaching out his hand, he grasped the end of the bedsheet and pulled it towards him, inch by inch, to avoid disturbing her.

Layer by layer, he gently peeled away the white sheet from around Rosey's body until she was entirely exposed. 

He took a few moments to admire her well-contoured features before finally getting up from the bed.

"Ahhh!" Theovin groaned painfully as he recollected that Rosey's frail physique was a result of starvation. 

"Do not worry, from this day on, you will eat everything you see and anything that I give to you. I am determined to fatten you up." Theovin pledged solemnly, a glint of determination in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, Theovin noticed that Rosey's clothes were in tatters, barely able to cover her perfect body. 

The fabric lay in shreds, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, unblemished skin. 

The clothes appeared to have been worn for an extended period, with frayed edges and holes that exposed her sylphlike figure. 

Despite the wear and tear, the clothing did little to detract from Rosey's natural beauty, and in fact, seemed to accentuate her alluring form.

He felt an overwhelming urge to tear away the unworthy garments and replace them with clothes that would befit a goddess. 

However, he hesitated, considering how it might appear to Rosey when she awoke to find him undressing her.

"No, that wouldn't do." Theovin concluded, pushing the idea out of his mind. 

"I'll be back. I'll fetch you some food first, and then maybe I'll ask Theresa to come and change your clothes...or maybe just the food for now."

With that, he left the room, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of how to care for Rosey adequately.

Theovin muttered to himself, slightly confused, as he scratched his head before slowly turning to make his way to the door. 

In actuality, he remained standing, gazing at Rosy with puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, right, the food." Theovin finally said aloud, willing his body to move towards the door. 

This time he succeeded, slowly making his way to the door and opening it before exiting the room.

As the door slammed shut behind him, Theovin took three steps away from the door, seemingly oblivious to the low growl emanating from the room.

Undeterred, Theovin proceeded to the end of the corridor before descending the stairs, his thoughts solely on how he could care for Rosey.

As he descended the spiral staircase, Theovin could hear Ralph's boisterous voice emanating from the kitchen. 

He strode to the right, the click of his heels echoing throughout the vast space.

Theovin had purposely settled for a home that was not too large, so it would never feel empty. 

The three-story building sat on a vast garden, complete with a small forest at the end of the property.

Inside the house, the decor and furniture were lavish and expensive, befitting of a wealthy individual like Theovin. 

He ascended a small flight of stairs and passed through the dining area, which led to the kitchen where Ralph was loudly discussing something.

Theovin strode into the kitchen, effectively halting Theresa's lecture to the mute Ralph. 

He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Theresa silencing Ralph, who had previously been chatty. 

Gold Song was the only other individual capable of rendering Ralph speechless, though he often took pleasure in hearing Ralph cry out.

As both Theresa and Ralph turned to face him, Theovin remained unmoving, standing by the door.

"Hey Theovin, Theresa and I were talking about Rosey. Do you want to join in?" Ralph invited, patting the space next to him on the countertop.

"Shut up!" Theresa hissed at Ralph under her breath, walking towards Theovin.

Theresa folded her hands in front of her and asked Theovin if he needed anything. 

His gaze was fixed on Ralph as he responded, "I would need food for my guest." Sensing Theovin's stare, 

Theresa marched purposefully towards Ralph and slapped him on the head. 

Ralph screamed in surprise at the unexpected hit. "Get down from the counter!" Theresa growled at him before turning back to Theovin and asking.

'Do you have anything specific in mind?" However, Theovin was at a loss for words and opened then closed his mouth without speaking.

He had no qualms about consuming human food, but the names of the delicacies he had savored countless times eluded him, and he saw no reason to inquire. 

Attempting to describe the appearance of these dishes to Theresa would only subject him to potential embarrassment. 

Therefore, he opted to state, "Just something suitable for a young human." effectively relinquishing responsibility to Theresa. 

"Okay, I'll get right on that." Theresa responded with a nod, pivoting on her heel and making her way to the fridge positioned against the right-hand wall.