For the following few days, with unwavering devotion, Ariana had stationed herself at Theodore's hospital bedside, hardly ever leaving his side.

The once heavily-bandaged body of Theodore was on the mend, with fewer and fewer wrappings adorning his wounds each day. The progress was so great, in fact, that Theodore had regained enough strength to engage in lighthearted banter with Ariana.

As lunchtime approached that day, Ariana meticulously arranged a table full of nutritious dishes delivered from the kitchen.

With delicate care, she helped Theodore adjust himself to a seated position and handed him a spoon.

Theodore, with bandages wrapped around his head, appeared fragile as he gazed at the spoon in his hand. In a barely audible tone, he remarked, "I lack the energy..."

Ariana immediately took the spoon from his hand, and then placed a spoonful of food in his mouth. With his injury, even simple tasks like eating had become a challenge.

Although Theodore was known for his fiery temperament, he put aside his pickiness and accepted the meal she had prepared for him.

The sight of the asparagus on the spoon elicited a momentary look of distaste on Theodore's face, but he didn't utter a word of complaint. He ate what was placed before him with grace.

“Didn't you also say you'd been hiding something from me? What is it?" Theodore queried, catching Ariana off guard with the sudden turn in the conversation.

Ariana was taken aback by Theodore's sudden question. The truth was, she had planned to reveal her pregnancy when they thought they were in their last moments.

But now that they were both safe, the secret of her pregnancy weighed heavily on her heart, yet still needed to be kept hidden.

With a soft smile, she teasingly responded, “Once you are back on your feet, it shall be your reward to know what I have kept from you."

Anyway, Theodore's leg injuries were serious and a complete recovery would take time. She wondered if she would have already left the Anderson family by then.

Of course, Theodore knew it was just an excuse, but he chose to not press the matter, aware that it was totally up to him to decide when he could stand again.

“Fine, don't forget it." Theodore spoke with a joyful tone.

He then gingerly moved to the bedside, determination etched on his features.

"Let's start the physiotherapy now."

Ariana was taken aback by Theodore's sudden vigor. This was the first time she'd seen him so eager to begin his treatment.

“But we haven't hired a physiotherapy specialist yet," she pointed out.

Ignoring her words, Theodore reached out his hands to Ariana.