"I'm not hungry. Can you take it to the shooting site and eat it yourself? You mentioned being hungry."

"You need to eat something, not just for you, but for the baby as well."

As Tyler was persuading her, the door abruptly swung open from the inside.

Theodore's impassive, handsome face emerged before the pair.

Ariana questioned in astonishment, "Why are you in my room?”

Theodore countered, "What baby?"

Ariana responded swiftly, interjecting before Tyler could speak.

"We're working on the script. His next scene is about to begin. It's his first time acting. He's nervous, so he asked me to practice with him."

"Really?" Theodore's gaze shifted between the two, as if trying to gauge the truthfulness of her words. Ariana appeared visibly flustered, after all.

“Sheila.”

Tyler suddenly uttered the name of the play's heroine. Ariana was caught off guard for a moment, before she replied with fervor, "Gifford, why have you brought me here?"

Fully immersing himself in the performance, Tyler gazed at Ariana with a crazed expression.

"You ask me why? Sheila, you're carrying his baby. I'll never allow you to give birth to this baby. You can only be mine."

Theodore, observing the exchange, furrowed his brow at the last sentence. He reached out, pulling Ariana to his side.

"Alright. That's enough.”

Ariana secretly sighed with relief. Fortunately, Tyler's convincing act had successfully misled Theodore.

“Now, I'll head to work. Have a good rest, Ms. Edwards." In Theodore's presence, Tyler had no choice but to address her formally.

“Go. Call me if you need my help," Ariana replied with a bright smile.

Theodore cast a cold glance her way, displeased by her kindness toward the young man.

Noticing the possessive look in Theodore's eyes, Tyler hesitated before saying, "Mr. Anderson, please take good care of her."