Theodore's previously cold face softened a little, but his voice still held a hint of despondency.

"But isn't it too familiar for him to call you by your name so sweetly?

You'll be his leader."

Ariana rolled her eyes and brushed off his concern.

"It's not a big deal, and I'm not his leader. We'll work together. You're just making a mountain out of a molehill."

Theodore remained uneasy, his discomfort palpable. After a few moments of silence, he issued a stern warning.

"Remember, until we're officially divorced, you are still my wife. And that means you're forbidden from getting involved with other men...”

“Fine. Then let's get a divorce."

Ariana didn't hesitate to cut Theodore off before he could finish his words.

Theodore's jaw clenched as he glared at her.

"What are you talking about?”

Ariana's heart was pounding nervously as she stared at Theodore's darkened face.

She could feel his tense arms around her, but she mustered the courage to break free. Thoughts of Helen gave her strength as she stood up for herself.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm sick and tired of this. You took a woman home to live with you, but you don't allow me to get involved with other men? And you have the nerve to interrogate me first?"

As Ariana continued to speak, her voice became increasingly despondent and tears began to well up in her eyes. The thought of Helen's attitude toward her only added to her distress.

Observing her sadness, Theodore's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Are you talking about Helen?" he asked.

Ariana shot him a disdainful look without saying anything.

Theodore looked at her and explained seriously, "I assure you, I only treat Helen as a younger sister."

“I don't think so," Ariana retorted coldly.