“What are you doing here?"

She was genuinely surprised to see him.

“I'm on a business trip. All the hotels except this one are fully booked. My room is the one next to yours," Theodore explained.

“What a coincidence!" Ariana flattened her hands against her dress nervously, and licked her lips. His presence made her feel twitchy and uneasy. Her heart was racing.

"Yes," Theodore said simply. Not wanting to continue with this particular topic, he asked the question that had been bothering him for almost four hours.

“Where have you been? It is three am."

His tone was acidic.

"Your phone has been turned off and you stink off alcohol. Seems like you've been having a lot of fun here in Ivebridge."

Theodore failed to suppress his anger. She had only called him once during this time, and it was all about work; worse, she even hung up on him. Now, when he did find a reason to check on her, she had been out until past midnight.

She was all dolled up. He pictured how other men had tried to hit on her all night, while he had been waiting at her door for several hours.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His grip on the armrest of his wheelchair tightened.

"My phone's turned off?" Ariana said, scratching her head.

"I didn't know."

She took it out of her pocket, and found he was right. The battery had died.

Theodore snorted, and stared at her with his cold eyes.

Somehow, he made her feel embarrassed. He seemed like a pathetic, scorned wife, and she was the cheating bastard.

Hesitantly, she approached him with a sweet smile.

"Why are you so angry? I just went out for dinner with Sarah and Betsy to celebrate the crisis being resolved. Everyone was so happy that we came back a little late."

Hearing her reasonable explanation, Theodore softened slightly.

“I'm just worried you'll cause me trouble again."