Theodore wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but Tyler seemed to be accusing him for some wrongdoing.

Theodore was about to say something, but Ariana interrupted him at once.

“Tyler, head to the filming site now. There's not much time before shooting starts.

See you later.” Flustered, Ariana feared Tyler might inadvertently reveal everything to Theodore. Ignoring Theodore's wishes, she pushed his wheelchair into the room.

Bang! The door slammed shut. The dimly lit room was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

‘Theodore leaned back slightly, silently studying her with his deep, ocean-like eyes.

Ariana nervously clutched the hem of her dress and offered a strained smile.

"That boy is obsessed with acting and only knows about shooting and performing. Don't take him seriously."

“Does he know about our relationship?" Theodore's voice was gentle and melodious.

“Do you mean our marriage?"

He fell silent for a moment, seemingly waiting for her to keep talking.

“yes, he managed to guess it, so I admitted it." Fearing that Theodore would be angry, she lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't conceal it well. I promised to keep it a secret. It's my fault."

"It's alright. When did I ever say you did something wrong?"

His relaxed and pleasant tone surprised Ariana. She raised her head to meet his smiling gaze.

“Are you not mad at me?" she asked, appearing to be surprised.

She looked cute with that surprised expression. Theodore resisted the urge to pinch her cheek and feigned a cough.

"It's not a big deal. I'm not angry. If we can't keep it a secret in the future, we'll just let them know."

Cocking her head, she wondered what he meant by that, but did not dwell on it too much. Another question weighed on her mind, demanding an answer.

"So, why are you in my room? I'm going to complain about this hotel for letting others in.”

After a brief silence, Theodore took out a familiar marriage certificate from his suit pocket.