Horace presented Theodore with a new phone and said, “Your previous phone was unfortunately damaged in the accident. But I've taken care of it, sir. The new phone has all of your previous data transferred over."

Theodore nodded and his expression softened a little.

"Thank you."

“Just doing my job, sir," Horace replied, before quickly making an excuse to leave.

As the door closed, Theodore shifted his gaze toward the still turned away Ariana.

"I'm feeling a bit hot, I need to clean up. I'll take a shower."

Spinning around, Ariana's face showed a look of concern.

"No, the doctor said your wounds can't be exposed to water."

“In that case, could you help me clean up with a towel?"

Theodore replied with a hint of authority, still seated on the bed in his hospital gown.

With a frown, Ariana was not one to be swayed by Theodore's arrogance, “I'll find Horace for you."

Stepping out of the room, Ariana called for Horace, but he had already left.

Theodore let out a disgruntled snort.

"Horace is always so busy.

You're my wife; it's your duty to assist me with my grooming."

Ariana's cheeks were stained with a deep shade of crimson, a mixture of anger and shyness, as she wondered if Theodore was aware of the fact that they were not of the same gender. Their relationship was merely a formality, not genuine love.

With a new idea in mind, Ariana suggested, "What if I find you a nurse?"

Theodore's brows furrowed in displeasure as he firmly rejected the idea.

"No one is allowed to touch me except for those I trust. If you don't want to help, I'll manage on my own. I'LL endure it."

Ariana felt the weight of her conscience as she gazed upon Theodore's strong yet pained form, turned away from her in silence. Despite his usual air of arrogance, she couldn't help but sense a hint of vulnerability in his demeanor.