Her face fell as she stared at the number appearing on the screen, hesitant on whether or not to blacklist it. Besides, there was no caller ID. Biting on her index finger, Helen thought for a while before deciding to blacklist the number.

Theodore couldn't care less about who called him anyway.

When Helen was about to do so, Theodore happened to see her holding his phone and demanded coldly, “What are you doing with my phone?"

Helen was startled but quickly calmed down before handing over the phone to him.

“I saw it near the sofa's edge so I picked it.

Theodore's face softened. He took the phone and asked indifferently, "Did anyone call me?"

He casually swiped the screen of his mobile phone, without looking at Helen.

Despite having a guilty conscience, she was mentally strong. She flashed him an innocent smile.

"No. I found it just now."

“Well, next time you see my phone, put it away. I don't like others touching my things." Theodore raised his eyes before shooting her a faint smile, despite the smile being disingenuous.

“Okay, I know." Her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke in a soft voice slightly tinged with fear.

Although Theodore didn't blame her, Helen still felt uneasy.

“Theodore, are you mad at me?" Helen looked up tentatively, her voice soft.

Theodore placed his phone in his coat pocket and turned to her his face remaining calm.

"I'm angry," he said, in a slightly reproachful tone.

"I'm angry that you didn't take better care of yourself. Now you've failed the re-operation physical examination, and you can't have the surgery as scheduled."

Helen was relieved he didn't pursue the matter about his phone.

“I was all alone in the hospital and I was scared. Why didn't you come to see me?"

“That's not a good enough reason to risk your health," Theodore answered helplessly.

“Well, I don't care about that. I want to move in and stay here for a while. Is that okay with you, Theodore?" Helen blinked her big bright eyes, pleading with him.