“But if the Anderson Group goes bankrupt, you too will face repercussions. Have you considered that?"

Relieved at her understanding, Theodore smiled broadly.

“Don't worry. One way or another, I'LL take care of you."

Ariana was rendered speechless by his assurance. She wasn't helpless, but she couldn't resist teasing him.

“And how exactly do you plan to do that? Surely you're not suggesting some sort of secret identity. One powerful enough to send Darian into despair?"

Caught mid-slurp of his spaghetti, Theodore choked, erupting into a fit of coughing.

"Take it easy," Ariana hastened to gently pat his back, querying with a twinkle in her eye, "What's causing such fervor? Could it really be..."

Attempting to cloak his discomfort, Theodore swiftly altered the subject.

"No, it's merely that the spaghetti turned out to be too salty."

“Really?” Ariana's eyebrow quirked as she scrutinized him.

“Are you wrestling with some guilt?"

Theodore found it difficult to meet her teasing gaze, his secret teetering on the edge of his tongue.

Holden's name nearly slipped out, but Theodore's rationality reined him in. He resolved to bide his time and let the Anderson Group's matter settle before divulging the truth.

Just a few more days, he told himself.

Quickly recovering his poise, Theodore lightly nudged Ariana away, averting his gaze.

“No, don't read too much into it," he declared.

Ariana, merely ribbing him, shrugged and settled back into her seat.

Without overthinking, she resumed her meal.

She sampled the spaghetti, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing.

Offering her compliment, she said, "Your cooking skills shine this time. Keep it up next time."